• Robin Williams – The Face of Inner Pain

    It seems nearly impossible to fathom that someone as brilliant and funny as Robin Williams could be so tortured emotionally that he takes himself out of the human race. Yet, last week, one by one, each of us across the whole globe, fixed our attention on the sad news of this beloved actor’s suicide. Sometimes, a blip of news in the vast sea of information we are bombarded with daily, seems to slap us so hard in the face that we can almost hear the collective groan rippling through space and time. Then we all try our best to reckon with reality. And what a devastating reality Robin Williams’ death reveals - that someone who, by his very nature, brought

    Aug 26,
    - by Toni Becker

  • Civil War: A Small Death

    The Civil War in Missouri was fought primarily as a partisan, no-holds-barred, guerrilla style of combat. No house or family was safe from either side. Each side raided, robbed and destroyed indiscriminately, regardless of the allegiance of the people affected. It was ‘war with the knife and the knife to the hilt.’ Fighting occurred in virtually every part of our state, but some of the roughest and wildest was here in our own backyard.

    Dec 02,
    - by Tom Turner

  • Civil War: Battle With No Name

    In a nameless place on a clear, blue day, Death comes stalking, wearing blue and Gray. Hometown boys, nervous as cats. The fear was there, their first combat. It happened quickly, this fight over space. Neither side giving, wanting this place. Orders given, guns charged, lines of men drawn straight. Hammers cocked, eyes to sights, shots from a rifle expressing hate. The fight is joined with a roar of sound. Bodies fall, slam to the ground. Screams and moans as the battle rages. With all this death; no history pages. Death takes its toll, the only winner. The battle’s over, ranks are thinner. Neither side wins; the troops withdraw. Each side looks back with awe. No name for the battle,

    Nov 19,
    - by Tom Turner

  • Signs of Autumn

    All of us have heard, at some time in our lives, the distinctive honking of a flight of Canadian Geese passing overhead.  Far above us, in strict formation, they are headed North in the spring for breeding and nesting, and South in the fall to escape the harsh winters in the northern United States and Canada.

    Oct 13,
    - by Tom Turner

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