woody's world

We were on a visitation weekend and camping with the kids in Myakka State Park. Lot 36 was our favorite lot. Big and well drained. A good s...

"From the fire of despair we forge ourselves into who we are." I wrote this to a former student yesterday. I was thinking of the ...

Frank had a three man operation. He and Stan were the masons and Clarence was the laborer. Clarence did all the support work and the three o...

I was sitting in the kitchen looking out the picture window. I have spent hours there watching birds, squirrels, the occasional deer and the...

This is a wandering that starts with a dream. Sally had a dream that she was dead and standing by her body looking at it and hearing and see...

I walked down the driveway to check the mail when I noticed a familiar perfume in the air. Hmmm. Jasmine? No, wrong season and not cloying e...

When I was a kid and a Christian (by birth, not choice) Christmas was a special time. Sure, we celebrated the birth of Jesus, but I didn’t r...

We have a pastel done by west coast artist Margaret Tcheng Ware. A wonderful and mysterious image of a nearly nude woman in an alley (is it ...

Frank had a three man operation. He and Stan were the masons and Clarence was the laborer. Clarence did all the support work and the three o...

Jim Croce again. Rapid Roy was a dirt track demon. Ah, the dirt track at Riverhead. Saturday nights in the summer with the roar of highly tu...