Sitting in a mechanic’s waiting area is one of those odd in-between spaces where time feels both paused and constrained, providing opportunity for the mind to roam. It is not quite the luxury an hour on the massage table is,… Continue Reading…
Community • Hope • Uncategorized
May 24, 2025
2013 was the year it all began. For fans of the NBA franchise Philadelphia 76ers, there was a different “sheriff in town.” After years of underperformance, a new General Manager arrived with a mandate to rebuild the program. As is… Continue Reading…
Community • Freedom • Integrity • Uncategorized
May 14, 2022
It happened once last week while I was scouring local greenhouses, looking for a particular heirloom tomato plant. I am a huge fan of a variety known as . . .
January 1, 2022
Movies like The Wizard of Oz, and Twister could have influenced this change, but I think it is more a matter of recent experience.
June 8, 2019
Perhaps it is for that reason that as I strolled through a cemetery recently, it occurred to me that in a pre-social media world tombstones were like one’s final post.
April 27, 2019
This day as I drove home, a radio announcer offering a bit of pastoral commentary to listeners said empathetically, “We just want you to know that you are not alone.” Either my inner smart aleck or my exhausted introverted self said, “I know. And that is precisely the problem!”
March 16, 2019
“I am spiritual but not religious.” If I had quarter for every time I have heard or read that phrase I could finance my own church.
February 26, 2019
A late call roused her from her sleep, chasing away another sweet dream that would never be recovered. She hated it when that happened.
February 3, 2019
If you look up the word “gullible” in the dictionary, do not be surprised if you find my picture provided as an example. I have a tendency to give people the benefit of the doubt until they prove to be untrustworthy. Some call it being attentive, compassionate, or big-hearted. Gullible may be the unvarnished description. I prefer to think of it as kindness.
January 6, 2019
Near the end of the season, as I drove up to our home I noticed the word “believe” was askew, dangling as though it was hanging on for dear life. “I guess it has been a tough year to believe,” I quipped. It struck me as a humorous comment until I realized there was a certain degree of truthfulness to the statement . . .

