Be circumspect when sharing your secrets. The Devil is listening. * * * Secrets are everywhere. We find them wrapped up like riddles inside of boxes of enigma. We disguise them, bury them, revisit the scenes, exhume the bones. They lie there in state, hidden from prying eyes and itching ears. We’re in love with …
“It (Life) is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights illuminate, but you can make the whole trip that way.” E. L. Doctorow It’s a brilliant winter day. I find myself straddling the yellow center line of a blacktop country road for no reason whatsoever except to …
“A mightier hope abolishes despair.” Emerson The queue is long and crowded beneath the red glow of the exit sign. The door to the other side is locked. Auld Lang Syne is seen tuning up the band and chilling the champagne. Everyone wants out of the year 2020. Nobody’s looking back for good reason, reminiscent …
“Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem, saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the east and are come to worship Him.” Matthew 2: 1-2 …
Has that which was once a luxury now become a necessity? * * * It’s getting down to the wire now. The Christmas list is still long. Options are running out. Nerves on edge, tempers short, an aura of angst encircles the glowing tree lights while silent voices of “hurry, hurry” fill the empty spaces …
“For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? “ Mark 8:36-37 The year was 1863. Abraham Lincoln was President. Strife ruled. The nation was at war with itself. The landscape by most visionaries …
Life is full of things that feed our paranoia. Not the least of which is being stranded behind trucks with ladders and other dangling things. They’re everywhere, these trucks, their loose ladders bouncing about, projectiles of deadly potential, threatening with every bump to pierce your windshield and sever head from body. Oh, the paranoia. It …
As a rule, mules are not known to dance. Yet, it might be easier to train a mule to dance than to compel a First Amendment rebellious free-spirited soul to live under the yoke of the woke. * * * Why this fascination with mules? It’s a family tradition. Plus, it just seems an apt …
Whistling…you either can or you can’t. There’s no middle ground. * * * I was about 10 years old when I first heard the question, “Son, what do you want to do when you grow up?” I knew without even thinking…. all I ever really wanted was to be able to whistle. It’s a tough …
We live and breathe on top of a rock, A furnace aflame at the core. The time is passed in carving stones That we leave just to carve some more. Carving stones and getting stoned, Milestones every day. Stones for walls and graffitied pedestals And Stones to roll away. We don’t give much …