Author Archives: W. Wayne B.
I’ll be getting home soon. I have seen that musical finally. It was full of wisdom and light. I almost didn’t see it. Other plans fell through. My mishap was really a blessing. As the lights went up on the … Continue reading
My pantry is full of boxes and cans. I am no celebrated gourmet chef. Sometimes I throw parties regardless. People come over for a movie and a snack. I try to have something to share. What should I cook tonight? … Continue reading
Think of me as a wanderer. I follow my own path through the world. Nothing there gives me a reason to fear. I always find a safe place to stand. Yet I can’t explain the thoughts that come. My mind … Continue reading
Early in the misty morning, the sun prepares for another day. The waiting birds watch for the signal as its burning light fills the sky. The brilliant noon-day climax leads to slow afternoons of rest. When the sun finishes its … Continue reading
My friend, a humble breakfast cook, loves to create authentic meals. Renaissance food is his passion. His skill has been growing and growing. He can use forgotten ingredients, but even so, he entices my appetite with tastes from an era … Continue reading
My words came forth with grace. As listeners filled the majestic hall, I reveled in their laughter and cheers. Each of my words were sound. The listeners saw their wisdom. Soon, I witnessed a dramatic change. The city was … Continue reading