Saturday, September 22, 2018. We are all welcome to discern, but not to judge. "Brothers, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against his brother or judges him speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. There is only … Continue reading →

Friday, September 14, 2018 The Story of Achy the Acorn Achy the acorn was a pouter. He just didn’t never want to grow up, man up, or look up. He just wanted to put up. Like Little Miss Muffit who just wanted to Tough It; he didn’t want to change, but rather, remain the same. … Continue reading The Story of Achy the Acorn →

Wednesday, September 5th, 2018 (This letter was written approximately 18 months ago) Dear Sonya, ["Sonya" is a pseudonym to protect her identity and privacy]. (I’m so sorry not to have heard from you in such a long time. About 34 years.) I really wonder what you think. That’s why I would like to read something … Continue reading “Memories of Lake Hiawatha, et al” →

Monday, September 3rd, 2018. Labor Day Sonya, (name changed to protect her identity) I realize this is a very long letter. You could read it just one page a day… And, if you don’t want to read it, you don’t have to… I hope you will choose to read it. Title: “In the Wind of … Continue reading “In the Wind of My Spirit” →

August 23, 2018, Thursday. I just listened to the song “The Rose.” There are three people I think of when I hear that beautifully written and beautifully sung song: Amanda McBroom who wrote it; Bette Midler who sang it; And Sonya (not her real name) who quoted it in her valedictorian address. And One Verse: … Continue reading “A Supernatural Love Story” →

  August 20, 2018.  Monday She was trying to flirt with him but he wasn’t catching on; so, in a bit of exasperation she said, “What’s the matter with you? Don’t you even know the score?” To which he replied, “Those who are so focused on the score can’t even see reality because they’re only … Continue reading Two People Happened to Be Sitting at a Park Bench →

August 16, 2018 9:02 PM. Perhaps whatever I write is what I imagine. My mother died yesterday. I didn't imagine that. It really happened. As I was walking this morning to get some exercise, I was thinking "This is the first day of my life of 66 years that my mother is not alive on … Continue reading Introduction →

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