WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO LAUGH If, as you start this piece, have never seen the movie The Jerk with Steve Martin, you need to. As I write this, Steve is still alive. It’s a silly movie, the way Steve did comedy before he picked up banjo playing full time. It starts off with his voice over in narration and his black family dancing on an old wooden porch, everyone dressed in stark white, the way Steve dressed whenever he... Read more
Sometimes, in our seasons, we have difficulty seeing the season itself and get swallowed up in its trauma. Read more
JUST SOME OBSERVATIONS I have not talked about observations I have made lately. ‘I see things’ like the little boy tells a younger Bruce Willis in the movie, Sixth Sense. A good movie by the way which you never see the twist at the end. I think we all see things, things around us. Things in us. We can look at each other and sometimes kind of tell when someone is sad or sick or happy. When there is a... Read more
But pain can wear us to a nub. It's there when you wake up, its there when you go to bed. You are now past acetaminophen and are now trying almost anything to make is stop. You would be happy if it just eased up for a while. Read more
Today we celebrate you, mothers. You are the sweet jacket we put on to keep us warm and the SPF 600 so we don't burn like bacon in the summer. We went to war for dad- We came home for you. Read more
I put my shoes on this morning and wondered how many times had I done exactly that-putting on shoes. Then, wondering, how many times I had awakened, got up, and started a morning routine. I start in almost the exact same order since my wife died-the exact same order. Read more
Ever wonder why you find a memory in your brain which you haven't thought of or pondered in years-maybe even decades, and it sweeps you up and away and you think you found more joy in this second time than the actual first time you found it? Read more
Living life can cause us to freeze with fear we will make the wrong choice. And we might. Read more
Sometime, about 2000 years ago, probably just before the sun broke the horizon, two women went to the tomb where they put the rabbi. The two women were friends of his. The term 'friends' is a dramatic underselling of what he meant to them. They were going to prepare the body, but they knew-the three-day rule. Sunday-it was the third day. They had to see for themselves. Read more
Sometimes, in our seasons of living, we have difficulty seeing the season itself and get swallowed up in its trauma. If it was always a sunny beach, we would wish it would never end, but that isn't reality and even a nice day on the beach, or a wonderous camp site next to a waterfall, has the proverbial chigger. Read more
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