“The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow.”

“The sun flickers through the trees and shines upon the faces of the men lined up on the porches. Soldiers no more, just ordinary men who, by the grace of God, were spared to tell their stories”

“With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more.”

“I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future”

“Now here I am, living in the land of tall pine trees and red dirt hills”

“Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.”

“{In the shadows where the ancestors sleep, the bird's song is young, but all else is old. Stillness surrounds me and I breathe softly expecting the unexpected.} from book in progress”