Or perhaps even better, living through unprecedented times, in a world on fire where the crisis du jour is served up every day on MSM, one may begin to wonder, is it just me? Or do others see what I see? On one hand is distress caused by those who would prefer something other than
As some of you who connect with me and follow me know, I was thrown off track on December 31, 2021, with an uninvited intruder, the Omicron Variant of the Covid 19 Pandemic. I made a trip to our local ER where the good folks working New Year’s Eve gave me some tests, several medications
Preparing and beginning another journey, an adventure into solitude. Having been here before, I am welcomed and embraced by an old friend. “Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain
I am a son, a grandson, a brother, a husband, a father, a cousin, an uncle, a brother-in-law, son-in-law and a grandfather. I have been or I am a student, a pastor, a psychologist, a psychotherapist, a professor, an instructor, a teacher, a department head, a coach, a principal, a head of school, a trustee,
What tipped me over the edge this week were the two pictures of elected officials’ families with children holding lethal weapons and the sick joke from one of the parents’ note to Santa, “Please bring ammo.” Enough already, more than enough, over the top. I can opt out of the news and social media and
