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“Grief confuses us by spinning us around to face backward, because memories are all we have left, but of course it isn’t the past we mourn when someone dies; it’s the future.” The quote above is from a book I started today called Lost & Found: A Memoir
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A thought struck me this week. Finding permanence yet adapting to a temporal world. In the torrent of heavy news stories that flowed out of the little screen in my hand, one of little consequence sifted to the surface and planted this thought in my mind. This week, the last
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I was raised in a home that had a strong emphasis on personal responsibility. I knew if I came home with complaints against teachers, friends, enemies, establishment, etc., I could expect to hear this question. “But what did you do?” I hated this at the time. I wanted my parents
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If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you may remember my bathroom project and a toilet with a mysterious double flush. The project continues and the toilet still flushes twice, but there is progress. Last night, my friend, Jay, came out to the house to help me
Neil Armstrong was a man that, from all accounts, counted his words. He did not speak the first thing that came to his mind. His speech was measured, calculated, and cool. He was the antithesis in some respects of the brasher and outspoken, Buzz Aldrin. In a program of cutthroat
In the rushing kaleidoscope of clickbait titles that jump out of my phone screen every week, one, in particular, caught my eye. ‘Tell everyone on this train I love them’: The meaning of a hero’s final words. The article was written by Maeven Higgins, an Irish podcaster and comedian,
There is an episode of Phineas and Ferb (stay with me here) where Heinz Doofenshmirtz is once again attempting to take over the tri-state area. He creates an “-anator” that will make everyone’s New Year’s Resolution be to make him leader of the tri-state area. You may already
I was sitting in church Sunday morning and I was struck by a thought. Jesus is our gravy. That may or may not be an original thought though it is certainly original to me. This epiphany came out of what is to most people, our “God time.” The time in
Assuming you live within the United States, you may be feeling the not-so-subtle coma effects of tryptophan. Your kitchen may look like the scullery of a Victorian home following a dinner party. Depending on your family traditions, maybe you play pick-up football games at a local park, or maybe you
During the Civil War, a Union soldier inscribed the words to a song of uncertain origins on the wall of his prison. “I am a poor wayfaring stranger. Traveling through this world below…” The Libby Prison Hymn, as it was known for a time, was credited to this soldier even
In November of 2013, I downloaded a book on my kindle. We Were Soldiers Once…And Young by Joe Galloway. I knew the story, or a version of it at least, made by Hollywood and portrayed in part by Mel Gibson and Sam Elliot. I remember being struck with the
It is late afternoon and the sun is sinking lower and casting long shadows down the draws and crevices along the Owyhee mountains. Out in the valley, sunlight still covers everything, but down the steep slope below me, darkness has already begun to stretch out its fingers and get a
