Monthly Archives: May 2020

Yesterday, on Mother’s Day, I was thinking about my own mom.  Perhaps we all did.  My mom has been gone for 30 years, but time doesn’t diminish the memories.   Memories of her kindness, memories of our time together.  And along … Continue reading →

Bicycles that are built for two can be quite fun to ride, but you need to be in sync for sure.  No, the person seated in front doesn’t do all the work, both of you need to pedal together, synchronized and … Continue reading →

My last blog centered around Covid 19. It is difficult not to focus on the ramifications of the hurt it is causing when it permeates every space of our lives.  In spite of the fact that so many are stepping … Continue reading →

May is a wonderful month.  It is usually the real start of Springtime, so winter is moving out the back door.   The days are longer, warmer and brighter.  My mood always improves in May.  Even this year, under the pall … Continue reading →

“And the dog came out with him and went along with him” (Tobit 6:1). That’s a line from the story of Tobias and the angel Raphael. You probably don’t know it unless you were raised Roman Catholic or Orthodox because … Continue reading →

I think that God has a sense of humor (look up how David’s son Absalom died), and I feel that it would be good to have some humor in the face of our sheltering-in-place experiences.  I’ve assembled some here; much … Continue reading →

My mother had many extraordinary gifts. A beautiful soprano voice. A caring heart. A fierce devotion to family. Dedication to church. She saw the good in everyone. She sent birthday cards to everyone in her overstuffed address book. On the … Continue reading →

  In the face of circumstances, I find my feelings are fickle. I fret, fume and fuss I falter over the frivolous I’m in a funk. Feelings are part of being human, fickle or not. Shall we all turn into … Continue reading →

For lots of people, the Big 4-0 means reaching their fortieth birthday, but for others it is finally knocking off forty pounds, forty laps around the gym, forty new members in their club or organization, but the number forty seems … Continue reading →

Several years ago I read the 2004 book entitled “The Paradox of Choice” by Barry Schwartz.  The story began with the author sharing his experience of going to The Gap to replace his ten year-old-worn-out jeans, expecting to get another … Continue reading →