I remember – vividly – the night I first saw – really saw – the stars. I was riding with my friend Loretta in the…
Legacy
Life is fragile, ephemeral: “We are like a breath of air; our days are like a passing shadow” (Psalm 44). I hesitate to write about…
‘Tis the Season. . .
. . .for giving and receiving. We know the truths: It is better to give than to receive. God loves a cheerful giver. I suspect…
Doing the Same Thing
Although I have avoided making New Year’s Resolutions for several years, I decided in 2017 to return to that ritual. I sat down with a…
The Good Ol’ Days
In 1970, Alvin Toffler published Future Shock, a prediction that the rapid pace of industrial and technologic development would overwhelm us. Toffler’s definition of future…
The Saddest Words
I remember my 7th grade English teacher, Miss Sowell, writing on the board, in her carefully crafted handwriting, this quote from Walt Whitman: “Of all sad…
Memorial Day 2016
Sometimes, I joke about retiree’s holidays. I am aware of the neighborhood around me getting excited about an impending holiday, but it is difficult for…
Embracing Technology
As much as I avoid using clichés, “preaching to the choir” is an apt description of this post. Readers of a blog have already discovered…
Happy Thanksgiving
Uh-oh! Thanksgiving? This is, after all, February . If this were a movie, you would see a calendar, turned to November 26, and then the…
Flexibility
How is your flexibility? I am not speaking of physical flexibility (although I do envy my granddaughters’ abilities to touch their toes to their foreheads),…