THE SHOCK OF MY LIFE
This past Wednesday I was on my back in the Berkeley Medical Center Cath Lab, plugged in for the shock of my life.
This past Wednesday I was on my back in the Berkeley Medical Center Cath Lab, plugged in for the shock of my life.
I loved church. Church felt like home. And then I discovered I was gay.
Persephone, beloved daughter of Zeus. has arisen. Her mother, Demeter, goddess of grain, lifts her curse from the soil. Earth blossoms.
Is Jesus coming back? The answer I once gave is not the answer I give now.
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.
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around our 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 reached a personal milestone yesterday. Alas, there were no fireworks and no parades.

Soccer is a beautiful game, my sons told me years ago. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’m beginning to.

I'm a soccer fan but not a fanatic. Alas, the game releases the inner barbarian.

Today is my birthday. I was born in 1947. Let's hear if for the boomers!
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