This past weekend I saw two sons of Shepherdstown—one in a wheelchair, the other in an enduring funk. Each has been through countless rehabs. One has triumphed over tragedy. The other still struggles.
On Saturday, September 11, a motley group of people gathered at The Folly outside Shepherdstown to raise funds for a friend. Sarah, a mother of four children, has stage 4 breast cancer.
My friend died suddenly last month. He was 91. I was shocked and saddened. I also felt guilty.
Last month one of my Albuquerque granddaughters worked on my nature trail nearly every day.
In case you missed the postscript last Sunday, here it is again.
I fell in love with Jane in Anthropology 101 class my sophomore year in college. She was tall, slender, and beautiful.
I just met the most amazing person, and I can’t wait to tell you about her.
Paula is my wife. So you might think I’m her “passion.” Well, I am. And she’s mine. But that’s not the passion of this post.
Today is the Fourth of July. It’s a day to celebrate the Declaration of Independence. I’d like to. But something won’t let me.
Hey, American Catholic bishops! Please don’t give Joe Biden the body and blood of Christ. He’s already got too much Jesus in him.
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