My father died after a long hospitalization. He was 91, and up until the end of 2013, had led an active, independent life, enjoying the fruits of retirement after a 30+ year stint in the US Army. To say he will be missed is an understatement, particularly for me. When Mom died (in 1975), he … Continue reading In memoriam
Journal Musings
Random thoughts that I contemplate, may be interesting, or not, but they are positioned at the forefront of my mind, for better or for worse.
To the brink
Jack stared at the closed bedroom door before letting out a breath. The ringing words still echoed in his head. "I hate you," his youngest, Anna, had screamed. Now what? Race in there and either throttle or lecture her? He knew the books said not to do that -- but to be so disrespected by … Continue reading To the brink
Greg C. Miller, Author 