A Story Each Day

His Eyes Are Ahead

The Final Story from A Story Each Day

Written on December 31st, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

The mountain in the distance beckons him with its presence. It calls out, in a low and hidden…

The Final, Sustaining Chord

Written on December 30th, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

My children and grandchildren come to my house to visit me. They smile at me, and my wife smiles back. She asks the grandchildren to…

Play

Written on December 29th, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

When I sit down at a Steinway, in front of an audience of a thousand people, some of whom have paid more than a hundred and fifty dollars to see me play, there are many…

Fear of Falling

Written on December 28th, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I can’t do this.”

You may have felt this sentiment at some point in your life, about any number of things…

Upward & Down

Written on December 27th, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

The tree in the yard grew vibrantly, upward toward the sky. Its limbs stretched and reached brilliantly, as if to ask:

Parental Ambition

Written on December 26th, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

My wife and I keep a collection of some of the funniest things that our seven-year-old boy has said over the years.

Family

Written on December 25th, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

I wade through the Christmas morning obstacle course, around the scattered toys and books and abandoned candy canes. I grab a crumpled ball of wrapping paper and stuff…

Golden Corral

Written on December 24th, 2014

As part of A Story Each Day

She’s working the evening shift. The shift that nobody else wanted to take: the Christmas Eve shift. Why? Because everyone else asked her to take it. And…