A Suit of Cynicism and Snark

A Suit of Cynicism and Snark

Charlie Brown used to be a media star, someone that everyone knew and talked about. He was hapless and made us smile. We saw a bit of ourselves in him. Now it’s Harambe, a Three-year-old Boy, and the Boy’s momma whose voice is heard on the endless iPhone...
Don’t Project on Me

Don’t Project on Me

This is a famous flag from the American Revolution. According to Wikipedia, it’s called the Gadsden flag. I plan to adapt it for my own: Don’t Project on Me. Call it the Colando flag. Ours will be aqua blue-green. Perhaps I should tat it upon my sleeve,...
What Makes You Cry?

What Makes You Cry?

The intersection between what you desire and what your God desires is the provenance of the happy dance. There’s no denying the zen derivative: a pleasurable, peaceable life. Heaven bound. But where and what’s the map, Honey Be-doers? (anyone here a...
Life as a Miracle: Hole in the Earth

Life as a Miracle: Hole in the Earth

I declined to crawl the channel under the Great Pyramid of Giza. We forsook the catacombs of Rome. I couldn’t bare to read the spelunking passages of Nevada Barr’s book about caving in a national park. She was a favorite author; I read her mysteries...
Neighborly Way

Neighborly Way

A great thing occurred the other day. I emerged from our home, eager for a gentle stroll, and talked with neighbors: one, two, three, four. A fifth a day later. A sixth is traveling in the Southern Hemisphere. We’ll talk with her when she gets back. Sip of wine,...