The Devil's Gift

Once upon a time there was a whole lot of old people—hordes of ’em—standing as buffers between us and the grave.

A reader told me she liked most of my posts but not all. Which ones don’t you like, I asked. She told me.

Here’s a sampler of “momisms” from last Sunday’s post. What’s your favorite. Can you add another?

My mom was down on folly.

Jesus would not be with the pope on everything, but he would be with him on this: Those who build walls are not Christians.

I saw Jesus napping in a hammock in my backyard. A transistor radio lay on his chest. A baseball game was on.

I missed the Resurrection. I was born too late. But I heard about it. Boy, did I ever.

Today tyrants are put on notice. Today is Palm Sunday.

I’m on a crusade. Nothing but death will stop me

I could write a “book of regrets.”