(I won’t be writing or posting 9/11 memorials. I’ve done that before — in 2015, for example — and in multiple poems, including Old New York Photos, Another Ode To The United States Of America, You Can Not Crush Us, Tonight, and possibly others.) School Photo, 1992 This is my sophomore yearbook photo from Central[…]
“I sense an important cross road quickly approaching, and I know of what choices it consists… My decisions here will seemingly determine my course hereafter… When I pace my floor, and call His name, speaking to Him, I don’t feel as if I’m being heard. And even if I am I don’t feel like I’m[…]
I’ve mentioned my journals often here, but never their complete story. If only for me, I wanted to set this down from memory.
When it’s so hot and dry that even cactus dies (Copyright © 2011 by Wil C. Fry.) About a year ago, I wrote about an early mention of environmentalism in my journals, coupled with tongue-in-cheek bragging about my wooing skills. At the time, I believed that was the earliest mention of such thoughts in my[…]
When studying the history of religion in Bible college*, it was inevitable that I would come across the age-old religious debate about predestination versus free will. My denomination leaned heavily toward the free will side of the argument; other groups in the past sat on the other side of the fence. There were heavy debates[…]
Dec. 10, 1994: Skinny Wil and Young Margy (Copyright © 1994 by William R. Fry. All Rights Reserved.) No one says they want to be “middle-aged and in love”. The phrase specifically mentions “young”. I don’t know why. I can’t understand why. I’m middle-aged, and in love, and I like it that way. Twenty[…]
To my knowledge, this is the only photo of the 1974 Chevy Monte Carlo that I owned from late 1995 through late 1998 (Copyright © 1997 by Geraldean Fry.) (I didn’t record the following incidents in my journal — I wasn’t writing often in my journal in the late 1990s — so I’m depending on[…]
As far as I know, the first mention of environmental issues in my journal is from 1991. It was Monday, August 19, during a “Back To School Retreat” in Corpus Christi, Texas, with the youth group from my church. Not long after arriving at our hotel, a bunch of us went to the beach, but[…]