By Sean Dietrich
A crowded restaurant. I’m eating breakfast with my mother and sister. The newest addition to our family is here, too. My niece. She’s a toddler with reddish hair and the face of a renaissance cherub. Right now, she’s in a highchair, eating crayons, pooping her britches. She’s...
By Kirk McCarley
“Your talent is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.” Leo Buscaglia
Nearly a century ago, in 1920, he cracked 54 home runs, more than all but one other major league team! The runner up that year, George Sisler, had...
By Rev. Pete Hyde
He sits at the bar slowly turning his wedding ring only stopping to reach for the drink sitting in a pool of condensation and melted ice. The words race through his mind. “What happened ? How did I end up here? I thought I had it...
A Lesson From Bob Gibson: Facing Tough Competition
By Kirk McCarley
Having spent the better part of this millennium in St. Louis I became an avid follower of the Cardinals. Time spent at the current Busch Stadium and its predecessor was a slice of baseball heaven.
St. Louis boasts one of the...
The Halls of Valhalla
By Stephen Brown
When I was young, skinny and strong I never thought I'd live this long
I went off to war when I was called
I’ll never forget the things I saw
I've seen the worst that men can be and had to wonder how not me
When my time...
The pause before the Spring
By Lauren Catanese
Spring is hopping around the corner and I couldn’t be more excited! The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and the beaches are not crowded just yet. This moment in time before the summer season hits reminds me of how we too...
By Sean Dietrich
My father’s truck. I was riding shotgun. He was skinny, shirtless, sunburned. Billy Graham was on the radio, preaching like a man with his hair on fire. Daddy didn’t do radio preachers—unless it was Billy. Daddy turned the volume up. His face went still. I’ll never forget...
VALENTINE
By Sean Dietrich
I’ve seen her climb a mountain. On her birthday. No joke. I was beside her, praying for God to kill me. When we made it back to earth, she was so overcome with emotion all she could say was, “Sumbitch.” To which I agreed, “Sumbitch.”
And then we...
Love is in the Air
By Lauren Catanese
Love is in the air! Can you feel it? It starts in your face with a smile, then flutters down to your heart. It opens up space for the light to come in and the joy to fill you and your world! It’s...
Homeless Vets
By Dale Andrews
Homeless Vet's, Sidewalk sleeping,
under bridges and city streets,
tossing and turning,
on cardboard mattresses
under newspaper bed-sheets,
wet, cold, curb black snow
dreaming of a cold dumpster,
nightmare breakfast, first eaten by first ladies
the night before as fine dining.
Returning Vet's
never whining, or even talking
to no one who knows to listen
Lost, Forgotten
Brave, young...