When the ancient Israelites were wandering around in the desert for, oh, about forty years, they began to complain and say that they missed the good food they’d had back in Egypt. They conveniently forgot they’d been slaves and how great it had been building pyramids every day one brick at a time. God…
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The S Word
Originally posted on Living Well:
Another of my friends slips into a white dress, walks down an aisle, and says “I do.” She’s beautiful and they are obviously crazy about each other. I raise my third glass of wine at the reception, and say, from my heart, “It was nice knowing you.” At our age,…
New Year’s, Poop, and Limousines
I never thought a cat dropping a deuce could bring me so much joy, yet here I sit, watching intensely as Bentley enters the ring..um..litter box. He strains, he shudders, and…the eagle has landed! The crowd goes wild! Well, by the crowd I mean me, obviously. These past ten days have been eventful. I had…
Blah Humbug?
Hey, you!- the one trying to escape the pervasive sadness that sits like a wet blanket over you as you numbly go through the motions this holiday season- You want to feel warm and fuzzy, but you just don’t know how- I’m right there with you, friend. I don’t know why you’re down. For me,…
Watch This
If you took all the separate, tiny pieces of a watch and put them them in a box, and then proceeded to shake the box forever, do you think the watch would eventually shake into place and start working? No? Me, neither. Our bodies are infinitely more complex than any piece of machinery (even the…
Life On My Knees
We stood there in the gym of Clark Springs Elementary, rows of metal folding chairs lined up behind us as brothers and sisters from every walk of life sang in unison. Worship was always inspiring at Aletheia Richmond, and the Spirit of God was undeniably in our midst as Erin and Keilan led a in…
Uncle Angelo
I ate dinner in a gas station last night. They had good pizza and a surprising selection of craft beers. Bring it on. I’ve been living in the country for two weeks now, and it couldn’t be more different than life in the city. I don’t hear anyone walking by and talking about drugs and…
It’s Just a Freaking Tuesday
A misogynistic clown with dementia and a suspciously peppy con artist in a red pantsuit walk into a bar.. What’s the joke? This election. The thought of Trump behind even podium as president is terrifying, let alone behind the desk in the Oval Office. The man is a freak show. He pretended to get saved…
Pack it up, Pack it in..
My house is not my house without me in it. As I put pictures, decor, books, and personal effects in boxes, the me-ness of the place fades away and ugly blank walls stare back at me. I’m not sad to leave, although I love the neighborhood and have some great memories here: hosting Friendsgiving Dinner…
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