This morning at the Y, I made my usual mistake of watching the news from the elliptical machine before fleeing in horror to the Cypress Wetlands Trail outside. Not even the sublime beauty of the trail – which usually heals… Continue Reading →
There’s a landscaper in town whom I’ve known for over a decade, but mainly through wonderful conversations we’ve shared at gallery openings, theater intermissions, and our neighborhood pub. He is tall and handsome with a rustic elegance, his long curly… Continue Reading →
While I was out walking in yesterday’s balmy August air, my mind wandered to a recent conversation with a friend at a bar. “We really love our son’s new girlfriend,” he told me. “She’s a great person. Really aware… really conscious…”… Continue Reading →
I had a little existential crisis yesterday. (Okay, that sounds overdramatic. Let’s just call it a “moment of angst.”) I stumbled upon an article at Patheos written by a Presbyterian minister (that’s my denomination) who doesn’t believe in God anymore…… Continue Reading →
That’s right. This is my choir director. My church choir director. And no, I didn’t say “praise band” or “worship team.” I said “choir.” We wear robes and everything. I met Vic Varner about 7 and ½ years ago, when… Continue Reading →
Many of you know I won some cosmic lottery and ended up working for the great Pat Conroy, part-time. This is my second go-round with Pat – I worked for him 20 years ago – and while the job’s not… Continue Reading →
“All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful.” – Flannery O’Connor There are lots of online pharmacies and foreign pharmacies are making Kamagra and offering the sell it pfizer viagra australia in cheap. The… Continue Reading →
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