I know a fellow who is 100 years old; how many people can say that? I don’t just mean that he is some person who lives down the street or attends the same church, I mean I know a 100-year-old…
I know a fellow who is 100 years old; how many people can say that? I don’t just mean that he is some person who lives down the street or attends the same church, I mean I know a 100-year-old…
When there is the passing of a loved one it is invariably very sad news. Whatever the relationship between the deceased and those left behind may have been, the world as we perceive it is diminished significantly. In these moments…
I have often thought about my attitude during this time of year as being somewhat of a Christmas cynic or curmudgeon. I do not understand the frantic behavior of trying to find the perfect gift for someone, or the idea…
My eyes dart about beholding the physical structure around me as I sit here in a cathedral listening to spectacular music performed by professionals of the art. I marvel at the architecture and engineering of this building which is labeled…
I used to think that I had a few answers to life’s questions, but not anymore. Social media has cured me of that delusion. At long last I can shed the shackles of ignorance and naivete. With this thought in…
12/24/2017: I start most of my days by reading a quote from a book; today’s quote has fashioned this idea to write a simple reflection about this holiday we call Christmas. Today’s Quote is by L.M. Montgomery; “I believe the…
One recent morning while doing my usual routine of reading inspirational quotes, personal enlightenment materials, and the general news of the day, it occurred to me that my life has become an endless and redundant routine. Now that I am…
There are many people on social media expressing their displeasure regarding Donald Trump being elected president. Many have stated that they will boycott the inauguration and not listen or watch it. I don’t agree with this type of action. Anyone…
As I contemplate what Fathers’ Day means for me, there are two veins of thought. The first is being a son and the other is being a father. Reflections of being a son: I guess some would say that being…
When I was a little lad, my first memory of professional baseball was of the New York Yankees. They were the only professional baseball team in NYC because shortly before my long term memory became conscious to me, the…