RITA
To everything there is a season. A time to be born and a time to die. Rita died on Monday....
Mending Creation
I took a walk in the woods over an unkempt path. I carelessly crashed through a spider’s web. YIKES! I...
APOCALYPSE
My young friend is creating a new world in southern West Virginia. I’m not sure he would put it that...
Kill Me a Son
A friend asked me to explain what Jesus meant by this: Unless you hate your father, mother, brothers, sisters, wife...
Off the Beaten Path
My old friend moved away. He didn’t want to but he had to, he said. He’d lost the ranch along...
Swimming with the Sharks
My young friend is drowning. He can’t keep his head above water. Now he’s under. Now he’s up. I would...
PUSHING MY LUCK
I don’t believe in thoughts and prayers. I don’t believe in tarot, Ouija or I Ching. I don’t believe in...
FLAMETHROWER
I read the news today, oh boy. A crazed man killed 22 in El Paso and another killed nine in...
THROUGH THE EYES OF DARWIN
I left the church two years ago. I thought I was just retiring but now I see I left it...
People at an Exhibition
My 10-year old twin granddaughters, their mother, Kate, and I were standing with my wife, Paula, waiting for awards to...
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WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE
Something notable happened this month that merits an early return from my sabbatical.
SEE YOU IN NOVEMBER
I reached a personal milestone yesterday. Alas, there were no fireworks and no parades.
O JOGO BONITO
Soccer is a beautiful game, my sons told me years ago. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’m beginning to.
BEYOND REASON
I'm a soccer fan but not a fanatic. Alas, the game releases the inner barbarian.