Fred First
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAP
The storyline for the past 6 months has been the tale of our discovery that living...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot Heel
A year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of Mountains
On reaching the summit of the long incline up from...
Within Our Grasp – Learning To Live With What We Have
We are coming to the end of many familiar and comfortable ways of life in...
Small Gestures Carry Big Message
It was only after we moved from the big city of Birmingham to the small town of Wytheville in the mid 70s that I...
A Perfect Memory? I’d Probably Just Say No
Lately I’ve been thinking about memory--not because I have new concerns about forgetting to put on my pants or pick up the milk in...
Sustaining the Power of Language for Change
New words or phrases we hear clearly. They gain our attention, rising in the radar of common language and conversation. Again and again on...
The Trouble With Normal: “350” and the Future
After a light spring rain and the passing of not-too-distant thunder overnight, we packed up to head home from Mt. Rogers. Not three miles...
Ordinary Happiness: Not Available from Amazon or eBay
My wife nudged me on the plane coming into O'hare as she handed me the Wall Street Journal. "Read this" she said, knowing I'd...
