Confessions Served with Coffee

Confessions Served with Coffee

  They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. I don’t see them there any more. Are confession magazines (we called them Confessions) now a thing of the past, folded for lack of readership? When I was a pre-teen and a young teenager, those magazines were taboo. My mother would […]

The Benefits of Worrying

Every day as I listen to the news, I find a new reason to worry. I think it’s time to re-print a poem by an anonymous author. Worry? Why worry? What can worry do? It never keeps a trouble from overtaking you. It gives you indigestion and sleepless hours at night and fills with gloom […]

And Invisible Visitor

And Invisible Visitor

  This is a re-print of a St. Pat’s Day post I wrote a few years back. It’s still a good memory for me. I hope you enjoy reading about an exciting leprechaun tale of a good many years ago. “God needed laughter in the world, So he made the Irish race, For they can […]

A Wild, Completely Imaginary St. Pat’s Story

A Wild, Completely Imaginary St. Pat’s Story

  Warning: Best read with tongue in cheek. An Amazing Leprechaun Story  Some of you may remember that four and a half years ago, I made a trip to Ireland. It was the fulfillment of a lifetime dream. Ireland is a mystical country and, when the mist lies low on the hills and the shamrocks […]

A Rumble Through the Heavens

A Rumble Through the Heavens

Lightning shivers across the window followed by a rumble of thunder. What is there about rain that is at once soothing, invigorating, leaving one with a feeling of being closed away from the world, tucked in where everything is safe and warm? Is it the realization that nature is in charge, and whether the rain […]

Tragedy Under the Bird Feeder

Tragedy Under the Bird Feeder

  It was a quiet, winter morning. The sun shone on juncos, bluejays, chickadees, cardinals, and finches pecking at sunflower seeds in and under the bird feeder that hung from the crepe myrtle bush. Nothing about the scene hinted that a tragedy was in the making. A blur of brown swooped into my field of […]