• Fortune Cookies

    Mary brought home Chinese order-out, using a gift card she received for Christmas. After finishing our meal, I cracked open a fortune cookie and read my ‘fortune,’ while crunching on the broken cookie-shell. It reads: “Your ability for accomplishment will follow with success.” Not satisfied in either my appetite or for a better ‘fortune,’ I…

  • Another Facebook Banning

    It’s another Friday, and it’s another Facebook (FB) ban for me. This time I’m in social media detention for three-days, which means it’ll be a new year before I can login and post anything. The last time I found myself banned from FB was last week and that came because of having been hacked. This time…

  • Nuts

    It’s really hard to watch our eldest dog coming to the end of her life. She has dementia and – even though she dances around for her food at dinnertime – she needs hand-feeding as she’s has for the most part forgotten how to eat out of her supper bowl. I know that someday, sooner…

  • The Humorless Faithful

    Knock, knock, knock… The door opens to smiling faces: “Have you found God?” “Oh, no, is God missing?” “No, no, I mean – have you found Jesus?” “Oh, dear, is he missing, too?” The trio turns, walks from the porch without another word. Don’t come to the door without having a sense of humor. Even…

  • Post Confessional Truth Disorder

    While I fully understand the idea behind ‘confession,’ and how a Priest is an intercessor and such, I wonder if any other ‘Reformed Catholics,’ like myself, suffer at the idea of surrendering our deepest, innermost secrets to another human being. It is truly easy to go directly to God, the Son and the Holy Ghost…

  • Other People’s Writing

    After reading other people’s writings from the various blog site’s I follow, I find myself dealing with a twinge of jealousy. ‘Damn, I wish I had said that,’ or ‘Man, that is a line that expresses everything.’ Then I have to return to myself, remembering that I have my own writing-style and that my thoughts…

  • Adam’s Search for Prince Albert

    Uncle Adam was known as a jokester and at a young age, I thought his favorite ‘target’ was my younger brother and his namesake, Adam. After all. it was Uncle Adam, who persuaded my brother that eating his ‘toe jam,’ would make him grow up strong. How and why it came up, I don’t know;…

  • Chores

    It’s adventure That’s for sure, As he explores His daily chores.

  • A Self-Ass-Kicking at Christmas-time

    “There’s nothing like kicking my own ass,” I kept thinking as I tried to fall back to sleep. It began about half-an-hour earlier when I got out of bed, still asleep and in the midst of a night-terror. Night-terrors, for me at least, happen when I feel stressed out. In this case it is Christmas-time…

  • Santa’s Helper

    For the last three months I’ve been sporting a full gray-white beard. I started it on October 15, the day after my son and daughter-in-law got married on Lake Tahoe. The day before yesterday I went to Walmart to purchase a last-minute gift for my wife. While wondering the aisles, a little girl, about five-years…