At Least They're Committed

Maybe it was because the brace was on tight. Or perhaps it was the shot to make my leg right. But I think that the most likely reason of all is that . . . I broke down and prayed to be healed. Typically, I prefer not to bother God or the heavenly hosts with… Read more

It’s the season of Christmas, the celebration of Jesus’ birth even though he most likely was born in April. And with all the glitz and gluttony and the SUV commercials that imply that unless you buy your significant other a fancy vehicle you are not worthy of love, it’s difficult not to notice how many… Read more

Four-oh-five. I roll over and burrow back under the blanket. That’s a bit of a switch. I tend to awaken at 4:36 a.m. Some spiritualists believe the repetition of a wake-up time will — or already does — have significance in one’s life or death. Mostly, I’ve heard it’s between 3-4 a.m., though. I shrug.… Read more

Sunshine! (If ‘on my shoulders’ just ran through your head, I will find and hurt you.) After a gloomy few days, it’s 56 degrees, the snow is slinking away and I warmly welcome the reprieve. How exciting: I now have zero excuses for ignoring the dog poop that has accumulated since Saturday. Gross. Do you… Read more

There’s a sweet meme floating around with an image of a person holding a sleeping baby. The gist of it is that should we fall asleep while praying, it is no more ‘wrong’ than an infant fading into slumber while being sung a lullaby. In essence, you’re falling asleep in God’s arms. That’s so lovely!… Read more

We’ve had beautiful sunrises in my neighborhood. Even in the chill, I’ll walk outdoors and take a video — west to east, front of the house to the back — of the brilliant peach, pink, orange, silvery sunrise reflecting off of the cumulonimbus clouds. Sighing, I head back inside. “It’s just another day. Du du… Read more