My old friend moved away. He didn’t want to but he had to, he said. He’d lost the ranch along...
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Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.
Last Sunday we gathered to pay tribute to the snake guy's bodacious life and noble work. But just as we were about to begin something happened.
Death’s been on my mind lately. Three friends buried this month. I’m starting to think I have more dead friends than living ones.
My dog Lucy died a week ago Monday. I wept. Queen Elizabeth II died three days later. I didn’t shed a tear.
Lucy, our beloved Lucy, is dead.