Childhood Memories, Family Life, Life Adventures, Philosophy

Concrete Gray Steps

This is my childhood home in New Albany, Indiana. In the summertime the hot sun would blaze behind the house where I would sit on concrete steps and squint into the sky. Gray paint would always flake off the steps like dried flower petals. As golden rays soaked into my bare chest I would try to understand the universe and the stars and God.

Mom’s singsong voice would briefly interrupt my deep thought as she beckoned me for dinner.

I was convinced the sky was endless. To explain I would suggest the entire universe was contained in a huge box. If this was so, something would have to lie outside this box. Perhaps a bigger box? Although mom didn’t always agree I felt my theory was sound.

The stars were small and twinkly. That’s what mom said. I loved mom.

But where did God fit into life’s puzzle?

Today I live thousands of miles away. I now have another set of gray steps in which I still sit and ponder. I still squint as I peer into the sky. But I think I have a deeper understanding of the cosmos.

At least I have never had to look for God, for she has always been there whenever I’ve opened my eyes.


As long as I live so will the love of my adoptive parents live within me.

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