The Wisdom of Scarlett

I believe Scarlett was speaking some truth when she declared, “After all, tomorrow is another day!”.  I wish I’d remember that when I’m letting stress rule a day…or morning, or afternoon, or hour, or minute.  I’ve always thought that declaration by Scarlett was yet another exhibit of her vacuous, self absorbed, state of denial.  Today…

The Vortex of Meanness

Have you ever marveled at meanness? I think marvel is usually used in a positive context but when I marvel I’m generally dumbfounded. The meanness I’ve witnessed lately really does have me dumbfounded. I’ve written in the past about the glee of the masses who revel in political meanness, but this week I’ve been taken…

The Death of Common Sense

Bureaucrats, like many of us, are enamored with their perceived intellect.  Intellectual pursuits morph into a dependence on procedures and self imposed protocol.  This dependence is comparable to our modern day dependence on navigation devices. On Monday I was walking from a subway station to a conference center at a hotel.  I had looked for…

Coming to My Senses

Living in a different state my senses are heightened.  I’m observing all that is around me in a way that’s so much more intense than my daily living was in my native state of California.  The details of my environment there often blurred as I went about my daily routines.  As I settle in Virginia,…

Ch-ch-ch-changes!

I’m number 11 of 13 cousins on my mother’s side.  Number 12 arrived just 10 days after me.  (Just an interesting fact I thought I’d share with you).  On Easter the baby, number 13, sent a text message to the next 3 youngest (all well into our 50s now) reminiscing about an Easter in our childhood…

Electing Love

How will I respond if Trump wins Ohio today; wins the nomination?  How should I respond?  Does that really change my world or is God the same today, yesterday and tomorrow?  Are we, the human race, still the same fractured, wounded, glorious creation of that unchanging God?  Win or lose, do those who have taken…

Return of the Roman Colosseum

It’s frightening.  A man, at a podium, being cheered for as he expresses his desire to punch a protestor in the face. Watching those crowds of gleefully mean-spirited Americans grieves me.  Yes, I know there are multitudes of kind, generous, rational Americans.  But I’m sure there were a lot of good hearted people in Rome,…