
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT
I drive my 14-year-old twin granddaughters to school most mornings. They sit in the back seat. I say something. And wait for a reply. Nothing.
I drive my 14-year-old twin granddaughters to school most mornings. They sit in the back seat. I say something. And wait for a reply. Nothing.
Florence was worrying herself to death. Worry ate at her like termites.
I let the cat out this morning. She never bolts out the door. She ponders the risk.
I’m not giving up anything. I’m not taking on anything. I’m happy with the way I am. It took a lot of years and a lot of effort to reach this point.
Russians and Ukrainians are killing each other by the thousands. Putin has his reasons. Every fool does. Zelensky has his reasons. Every victim does.
Two Super Bowl ads were deemed offensive to many, including to AOC.
Do you have a famous birthday twin. I thought I must. So I did a search on July 5, 1947.
I believe in love. But I also believe love is not enough.
Suddenly the door burst open. Audrey (not her real name) stomped in, leaned against the wall, folded her arms across her chest, and glared. At me, at the room, at the world.
There’s no empirical evidence to prove prayer works. And yet we still pray.
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.
I drive my 14-year-old twin granddaughters to school most mornings. They sit in the back seat. I say something. And wait for a reply. Nothing.
Florence was worrying herself to death. Worry ate at her like termites.
I let the cat out this morning. She never bolts out the door. She ponders the risk.
I’m not giving up anything. I’m not taking on anything. I’m happy with the way I am. It took a lot of years and a lot of effort to reach this point.
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