My grandmother cooked on an old wood burning stove. I was always excited to visit her. She would be waiting on the front porch, her long gray hair tied up in a bun, her house dress stained from cooking and working in the garden. I raced from the car as she walked down the stairs,Continue reading “Perseverance”
I have always been tall and husky. I was my current height, 6 foot 7 inches, in my freshman year of high school, and I was a basketball player and I was pretty good at that game. Back then a guy my size was automatically assigned the center position. And that’s where my coach putContinue reading “My Basketball Coach”
I have stood alone on too many cold street corners unsure of which way is home. You know the feeling. Your eyes stretch at each passing car, looking for a miracle.
I was the Lumber Jack size of a man with his toes on the precipice just a stone’s throw away from you. My toes were nearly hanging over, which meant my belly extended even further over the edge. The other side – that place beyond the chasm where I wanted to be – wasn’t allContinue reading “Was that you I saw standing on the edge?”
We can’t do it when we are young. We know too little. We have not tasted enough truth. Eventually we can taste everything: the sweet, the bitter, everything in between. One day, Wisdom appears at our door. Small and unsure at first, it speaks nonetheless, each word finding courage from the last. One day weContinue reading “Acceptance”
It’s hard to find. There are so many who do not want you to have any. They think it belongs to them. They think that if you have any, they will not have enough for themselves. Thankfully, there are those who want you to have it feel it breathe it be alive with it. WelcomeContinue reading “Pride”
Buddha and I were having a beer. Actually he ordered a hard cider. Before he invited me out to the bar, I had always thought Buddha didn’t partake. Come to think of it I never pictured him doing much more than sit on his ass with a big grin on his face. After a few ciders,Continue reading “The Joy of Knowing Buddy”
Make things. Whether you have a purpose or not. Even if you do not understand what you have made. Keep making things. If you do not, you will have nothing.
I walked around Wal-Mart the other day. From one end to the other. I bought stuff and almost bought other stuff. I asked a staff person where something was. She pointed. “Over there past the George Foremans, next to the computer stuff.” Perhaps I looked dazed. She added, “Yeh I know. No matter where youContinue reading “Zombie-like at Wally World”
I have always been curious. When someone tells you to put your money where your mouth is, just how much money should one put there? I mean, you don’t want look cheap and noncommittal, but shove too much cash in there and you’ll be accused of grandstanding or ridiculed for paying too much for walkingContinue reading “Put Your Money Where Your Mouth IS Dot Com”
I know a few people who, sadly, hate Muslims because some Muslims have committed crimes, terrorism, and are guilty of racism and intolerance for others. Of course I find such racism disgusting and in itself intolerable. The same logic should hold, shouldn’t it, that Christians are terrorists, as our Jews, for the hateful things some ofContinue reading “Anti-Terrorist Terrorism”