THREE FUNERALS AND A WEDDING
Death’s been on my mind lately. Three friends buried this month. I’m starting to think I have more dead friends than living ones.
Death’s been on my mind lately. Three friends buried this month. I’m starting to think I have more dead friends than living ones.
My dog Lucy died a week ago Monday. I wept. Queen Elizabeth II died three days later. I didn’t shed a tear.
Lucy, our beloved Lucy, is dead.
The medical-pharmaceutical complex snared another golden goose. Me. More precisely, my body
All my life I’ve been waiting for one thing after another.
As a kid, I thought the whole idea of “Sabbath” was the dumbest idea. EVER. I mean, what kid needs a whole day of rest?!
When I stopped defending the Bible as THE WORD OF GOD, I could finally say: THE BIBLE GOT THAT WRONG. For example…
If you like Game of Thrones, you’ll love the Bible.
My grandson really knows his shit.
Last week during a round of decluttering I took the lid off a large box. It had sat unopened for nearly 40 years.
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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