The stories and glories of hugging a stranger a day ... and other life lessons
December 31, 2018
The old year gasps and stutters and limps towards the finish line.
I feel philosophical.
“Calm and unflinching in the face of trouble, defeat or loss.” According to Merriam-Webster.”
I firmly believe in signs and omens and dreams. Thus, I’ve accepted there’s a reason tha...
December 29, 2018
My computer died.
On a Thursday evening.
When I had a blog due on Friday.
Now, I know there are hearty souls out there who write books on their phones.
I'm not one of them.
No Sirree. I want a decent keyboard and mouse and all ten fingers going.
I've bought a new computer. T...
December 26, 2018
Christmas has come and gone.
All that remains is to take down the ornaments and the tree. And put out trash bag after trash bag of wrapping and tinsel and rosettes and more. Gather together the gifts that will be returned. Or store to be re-gifted next year.
Forgive my c...
December 24, 2018
Advent has come and gone.
As I eagerly await the birth of the Christ Child, my mind once again turns to his mother.
What do I really know about her? I thought about her as I went about my days through Advent. I dreamt about her.
I tried to walk her path so long ago.
December 21, 2018
I’m downer than down.
Memories of those who have gone before are swirling around in my waking moments. And in my sleep, they come as dreams.
The joy I should feel with the imminent birth of the Christ Child is nowhere to be found.
“Please, Lord, a mountain top moment?”
December 19, 2018
Last night I got a kick in the rear from one of my favorite writers.
A lady called Joyce Meyer.
I owe this woman a great deal. The influence she’s had on my life can not be measured. It came at a time when I badly needed direction.
Her daily T...
December 17, 2018
I watch our poodle, Louie, with his favorite yellow duck. Aptly named Daffy.
Chew, lick chew.
Briefly he rests his head on the neck of the duck, eyes closed.
He gets up. Wanders around. Goes back to Daffy.
Chew, lick, chew.
Sleeps. Wakes. Chases his brother. Game over.
December 14, 2018
This one is for all my friends who write, want to write, think about writing or are teaching writing.
The Perfect Recipe for the Perfect Headline.
It has side benefits.
I wish I could lay claim to this.
Alas, not my brainchild. That honor goes to Internet Psychologist Grah...
December 12, 2018
I’m trying to get into the Christmas Spirit.
I shouldn’t have to try.
As a Christian it should be a given.
All the signs are there.
The Salvation Army Red Kettle and Bell Ringer.
The decorated trees.
The inevitable “I’m dreaming of a White Christmas.
December 10, 2018
The Lump of Lard Below my Waistline.
It’s more commonly known as belly fat. Or, if you want to sound knowledgeable, visceral fat.
I swear it came out of nowhere.
As did its twin sisters. Comfortably ensconced on my sides. A little towards the back. Stretching from lower r...
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