Author Archives: David Lee Moser

I’m not exactly sure of the year, but sometime around 1980 I made a purchase that defied explanation.  I had seen her several times and admired her, not thinking that she was available.  And then that day came; a “For Sale” sign appeared on her windshield.  I passed by several more times, thinking that theContinue reading “My Pride and Joy”

I recently enjoyed a week-long trip to the North Carolina mountains to enjoy the scenery and get away for a while.  I normally stay at the same quaint motel and decided this time would be no exception.  The twelve rooms were tucked into a small corner of the town and the time I spent thereContinue reading “The Lost Key”

It was a little over five years ago, June 14, 2010, that I taught what I thought was my last class in a public school.  I had carefully considered my options and decided that it was time to look at other options, or so at least I thought. I took off the mandatory six monthsContinue reading “Detours and Closed Roads…”

Today is the second consecutive day of staying away from the world of Facebook.  I had decided that I was spending way too much of my waking day glued to the computer or FB phone app, so I decided to start weening myself from it.  Yesterday morning after I had posted my two inspirational readingsContinue reading “Letting go…ever so slowly”

Risk Being Alive  “I know nothing is going to last forever,” Charlie said. “But the key to life and being happy is acting as though it is.” Many of us have had our illusions about security and permanency shattered.  The longer we’re alive, the more it gets beat into us that nothing is forever.  WeContinue reading “Risk Being Alive”

Two Layers of Synchronicity I recently accepted a job to substitute teach for a seventh grade social studies teacher.  It just so happened that he was also the boys’ basketball coach.  While the day progressed, I noticed he had the team’s white jerseys all neatly-folded inside a large plastic container.  I decided to take aContinue reading “Two Layers of Synchronicity”

I was substitute teaching in a fifth grade classroom on November 22, 2013.  It was exactly fifty years ago on that day when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas.  How are the two events even remotely related?  Read on… During the course of the school day, a student approached me with aContinue reading “50 Years Later…”

Dear Sunday morning pedestrian at LRU,    First of all, let me say I was impressed that you had arisen so early on a Sunday morning when most of your college cohorts were perhaps still sleeping the morning away.  I assume you were going to get some breakfast at such an early hour, or perhapsContinue reading “To: Sunday morning pedestrian”

Dear Sunday morning runner,      I applaud you for the effort you’re putting forth to take care of yourself by getting out and jogging/running at 7:45 a.m. on a forty degree morning.  I only wish I had the determination and drive to do the same.  But there is something I feel the need toContinue reading “To: Sunday Morning Runner”

from Melodie Beattie’s More Language of Letting Go The magic of a story lies in the spaces between the words. When we read a novel, we often find that the writer vies us only the barest elements of a scene, and yet our imagination fills in all the blank spaces from our experiences, our hopes, ourContinue reading “Shared Reading: Fill in the Blanks”