Our brains are most amazing memory organs. From the moment we are born, daily it stores billions of bits of data. The challenge of those first years is for our brains to sort the enormous intake. Little by little as the years go by it...
The English language abounds in four letter words. Some are not so nice but there are others that are wonderful like “glad,” “hope” and “love.” There is one that increasingly bothers me more and more. It is “them.” “Them” as in “those people.” I guess...
I bought my dog a bag of beef sticks for snacks. I had planned to keep them in a drawer in my desk but when I opened the bag a cloud of garlic aroma wafted from that bag with such intensity my eyes rolled back...
Sundays were wonderful when I was a boy. It was my day with my dad. When the weather was nice we headed for the mountains with our dog. When it was cold and messy we went to the movies. Those were the days when they...
Solomon closes Ecclesiastes 11 with an appeal for young people to look around and enjoy the things they see but to remember actions have consequences – judgment will come. Chapter 12 is a poetic description of getting old. It really isn’t a pretty picture despite...
When Macbeth hears of his wife’s death he says, “Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,...
One of our many chipmunks ventured out unto the snow this morning. Perhaps he heard the rabbit above and came up to say hello. He isn’t a true hibernator like some of the other creatures. Mostly he stays below feasting on the fruits of his...
I have a neighbor with a really pretty white pickup. As my dog and I were on our daily walk we passed his house and a man was in the driveway. I assumed it was the owner so I stopped to comment on the pickup. ...
The only sound I hear this evening is my dog snoring. It’s not a harsh raspy snore. It’s a very soft gentle sound that says, “I like it here. I feel safe here.” She is curled up about a foot or so from my desk...
In his letter to the Philippians Paul wrote, “For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.” Really? Really? What about the day he was stoned and left for dead? What about the night they secreted him out of a city...