My two grandsons are welcome in my house. But there are rules.
When a child asks me if her deceased dog or mother is in heaven, that’s no time to dither.
Hey, American Catholic bishops! Please don’t give Joe Biden the body and blood of Christ.
Some people are like ants, some like spiders, some like bees.
Jefferson’s god is not the Christian god.
Last week I went through hell to get to Hadestown, a Tony award—winning Broadway musical at the National Theater.
Today my father is on my mind. So is Donald Trump.
I went to a birthday party last Saturday. Some friends were unseen, conspicuous by their absence.
I finally met the man I was taught to disdain. I immediately liked him.
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There had to be a sequel to last week’s post: “Know thyself.” Here it is: “Love yourself.” Knowing is good. Loving is better.
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ODE TO THE BIKE
An old friend wanted to go on a bike ride during my blog writing hours. Friend or not, I mustn't give in to temptation or my work will suffer.