by Lane | Writing
Play: to engage in sport or recreation: FROLIC ******* Walk past any playground and you will see a choice to be made. An empty bench says, “Sit here. Observe.” An empty playground says, “Come here. Enjoy.” The choosers are easily distinguished on such grounds:...
by Lane | Writing
With utter delight, he gobbles down bananas, avocados, sweet potatoes, a sliver of a grilled cheese sandwich, and slices of chicken. He chews, smells, then smears his food on his highchair, his dimpled cheeks, and his tiny chin. Some bits of bites he tosses...
by Lane | Poetry
Arose she at magenta sunrise, just after twinkling bouquets faded. The summer damask rose shimmered in an old cut glass vase beside her bed. He always left one waiting there. She thought of that other day, fifty-two summers ago, when her now-snow-headed sweetheart...
by Lane | Writing
Call it a whim. Call it a wish. Call it Whitsunday. Today is Whitsunday, also known as Pentecost. It’s a moment Jesus promised us in John 14. Traditionally, this is the Sunday that falls 50 days after Easter. It’s a birthday celebration of sorts, marking...
