In Praise of Steeples

For one period in my adult life, I thought church steeples represented all that was wrong in organized religion. My friends and I equated steeples, pews, and stained glass with dead works and dry services. We were just a few years beyond the Jesus movement of the...

To Market, To Market…

To market to market to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again jiggety-jig. Mother Goose Mark Twain used to go door-to-door selling subscriptions to his next book before he published it. Or so they say. The thought of such a famous gent stooping to the level of an...

What I did for Me

These are the gorgeous flowers I received on Mother’s Day from our daughter, Serenity, and all her men large and small. They each wrote a little card which she tied around the pot. So sweet. I’m pretty sure I’ll kill the flowers eventually. I usually...

In Celebration of Thursdays

So many things I could write about this week. We had an anniversary, so lifetime love would be a good subject. Mother’s Day is coming, and Mother-Love is a never ending source of material. Graduations are happening, so there’s the whole New Adventure...

The Robot Challenge

It is a sad day when inanimate objects can challenge one’s personhood. I tried to comment on a friend’s blog recently, and it popped up that little captcha phrase box that said, “Prove you aren’t a robot.” Quite a challenge from something...