We humans, have become very mean. I think meaner than I remember as a kid. We yell a lot. We pontificate a lot. We let others know how we feel about things, invited or uninvited. Who of us has not felt the sting of hurt? I imagine the question is rhetorical, because the only person … Continue reading Hurting people. →

I am not a morning person. When someone says, “Good morning!” to me, I’m usually thinking, “What’s so good about it?” Usually, however, I don’t articulate that aloud. It’s not polite. I’m also stubborn and obstinate. Then, there’s my mother. She’s obsessed with cleanliness. If she could choose one superhero ability, it wouldn’t be invisibility … Continue reading Sorry, mom: On Lenten Warfare. →

This is one of those things to read at night, when you’re mellow. Think of those nights when you watch a movie alone, one of those movies where there is some kind of heroic ending – where someone comes and saves the day, and the heroes are smiling and crying and laughing all at the … Continue reading Those lonely moments in the night. →

This post is an installment in the “Let Me Tell You a Story” Series. It ought to be read in order and in context. For the introduction to this story, click anywhere on this text. There you will also find a table of contents. So, we return to our narrative, the King has made a … Continue reading 3. The people, the gift and the purpose. →

There’s a segment in Les Misérables, where Marius, after his close friends die in the revolution, sings: There’s a grief that can’t be spoken, There’s a pain goes on an on, Empty chairs at empty tables, Now my friends, are… (READ MORE)