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…

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…

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…

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;…

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

“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…

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…

Obviously, I pissed someone off and they decided to get back at me through Facebook (FB.) I think it began last night when I had trouble loading a video to my timeline. Then this morning around 5:30, I lost control of my mouse’s functions for a couple of minutes. Half an hour later, I had no…

At seven-years old, my younger brother Adam showed a propensity for having a one-track mind. In this case it was his want of ‘Lincoln Logs,’ for Christmas. Each store we entered, he’d inquire of Dad or Mom if they had the logs. One late morning as we were moving up and down the aisle of the Sears…

We were riding our bicycles around the neighborhood, something he and I did quite often. This day though, my brother Adam was wearing an old white motorcycle helmet that belonged to Dad. Since it didn’t fit him, Adam had stuffed it full of newspaper wads and taped them in place. Then by wearing a beanie-stocking,…