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.
Do you have a famous birthday twin. I thought I must. So I did a search on July 5, 1947.
I believe in love. But I also believe love is not enough.
Suddenly the door burst open. Audrey (not her real name) stomped in, leaned against the wall, folded her arms across her chest, and glared. At me, at the room, at the world.
There’s no empirical evidence to prove prayer works. And yet we still pray.
King prayed. But the “Serenity Prayer” was not his kind of prayer.
I first heard of New Year’s resolutions in high school. Several classmates were making a list. I made a list and happily told my parents. They frowned.
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MUSIC AT A FUNERAL
Remember the 1983 movie The Big Chill?
THE DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS
I saw Charles III crowned in Westminster Abbey. I expected Monty Python to save the day. No such luck.
(AND A) TIME TO BE SILENT
I looked in and around my world for something to occupy my mind, something remarkable. I found nothing, except this.
SCARIER THAN THE GRIM REAPER
The Grim Reaper was not by my bedside. Something scarier was.