There are two indisputable Eventualities. Hell is one of them. * * * Blame the dream on Covid or a friend’s comment while watching the week’s Masters warmups. “My idea of Hell is being chained to a chair watching golf all day,” she says. I agree but add being chained to a treadmill all day …
“And I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men to myself.” Words of Jesus, John 12:32 This is Holy Week in the Christian world. Through all the passion and pageantry, the cross takes center stage. But for most of the other 364 days, it stands naked and alone, suspended on pedestals in public …
When things get too easy, then even the easy things get difficult. * * * It’s that time again, time to pay bills. No need to look at the calendar, just at the height of the stack of bills accumulated on the corner of my desk. When it’s six inches high, it’s time to pay …
“The fruit falls not far from the tree.” That’s atavism. * * * Atavism…I loved the word when I first met it. It explains the inexplicable in people’s brains before their mouths speak. Several years ago I bought a DNA testing kit. Who’s not curious about their lineage and the atavisms that linger there? Here’s …
Everything has its own special place…or does it? Depends on perspective. This is a picture of a common weed. It’s defined as a weed because Webster says it’s a plant that grows where it shouldn’t. Tell that to the plant. It will dispute it to your face. It’s actually a dandelion growing up from a …
We either like ‘em or not. No middle ground for discussion. * * * Grits, a staple of the South. Stone ground corn, boiled, buttered, red-eye gravy and cheese. If served with biscuits the size of baseballs and country ham, it’s as close to nirvana as you can get. What? It turns …
“Now, I heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord…” Lyrics, Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen (Beautiful song. Your iPhone muse will play it for you.) * * * Unity…makes me dizzy just thinking about such an illusionary and fleeting concept. The nation of red/blue is going berserk trying to …
My grandfather was a farmer. “Son, don’t let your head grow higher than a corn stalk.” He knew the difference between hubris and humility. * * * For a few weeks in the winter before the sun swings westerly in its axis, it plays magic tricks on a certain ornate porcelain vase on the sideboard. …
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 …