Podcast and Book Link: “Jesus and John Wayne”

​Taking a brief moment to link a good podcast by Lee Camp I just listened to featuring a talk with Kristin Du Mez, author of Jesus and John Wayne: How White Evangelicals Corrupted a Faith and Fractured a Nation.The title/topic caught my eye as I have listened to this audiobook back around January 2021.  Last August 2020 I had added a piece here called The Enthusiastic Election of the Embodiment of All Seven Deadly Sins which was my expressed view at that time and...

The Rubik’s Cube of Divorce

​​I once sat with a trusted clergyperson and touched upon various things from my first failed marriage. I said to them, like I have said at times to a few other people:Divorce is like a Rubik’s cube you cannot solve. You just keep turning and turning over all the various parts – where did this go wrong – what if I hadn’t married this person – then I wouldn’t have my children – what if this?…what if that?…did I fail...

You Came To Me

The following is a writing (with accompanying artwork above) that I did in December 2018 and want to share on the 42nd anniversary of my father’s death. ​​ YOU CAME TO ME Daddy I saw you in a dream once. It was dark and there was a tree in the far distance that was illuminated. You were under the tree clutching your chest and I knew you were having your heart attack. I ran to you like I do every...

WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU, ANYWAYS!!!!! (Part I?)

Disclaimer:  The names contained herein have been changed,​to protect the innocent, the very very very innocent! They will only be lovingly referred to as: OFFSPRING #1and OFFSPRING #2Please proceed…with tender caution! ​The room was half-darkened late that night as I sat dialoguing with my first-born male Offspring#1, and his female friend… She turned to my first-born male Offspring #1 and said:“What do you love the most about your mother?” I froze inside. From a 10-foot distance I locked my piercing blue...

Considering the Birds in One Thousand Words

This morning I began my daily routine of brewing coffee and looking out my patio door watching birds come and go from my feeder.  I remembered once again a written expression I had intended to form several months ago. I remembered making a brief comment online in January that I planned to write about birds that day – after Facebook brought up a memory from the previous January 2020 where I photographed my feet in black socks touching the floor...

Signs of Madness

I almost titled this “They Took Photographs of Their Food.” I had some thoughts tonight after starting to make my dinner around 9 pm after a long day.   I took leftover homemade bread from Easter, put spaghetti sauce on it, then while looking in frig for shredded cheese noticed some leftover Avocado Tomatillo sauce and I put that between the pasta sauce and cheese. And then, I did something very strange:   I took a photograph of it with the ingredients...

The Year We All Cried “UNCLE”

I imagine I was around six to eight years old when I had the satisfaction of beating my Daddy in arm wrestling. Fifty-some years later I can string a composite memory of various images in my mind, still…though all these moments may lack exact sequence. I think some of our memories – especially the mundane, everyday recollections from long ago – exist in a composite event – a very real and summary synopsis. _____ I remember winter nights after dinner at...