Author Archives: joyocala

Black History Month gives me an opportunity to write a little about the earliest history of the Lutherans in Florida. Why would Black History Month have anything to do with Lutherans in Florida? Read on, because this story has some … Continue reading →

When I was a junior in college I took a Mathematical Physics course. It was not my favorite class, because it involved lots of complicated extensive calculations with infinite series. I even bought shelf paper for my homework, since some … Continue reading →

Sometimes I wonder about my presence, or trying to be more specific, my countenance. Like all of us aging children of God, I often don’t like what I see in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes; bags under them; crow’s feet, furrowed … Continue reading →

Before Christmas, I took my granddaughter shopping for her Christmas gift. She had her heart set on a pair of boots. So off we went on a delightful outing, trying on every pair of boots we saw. At last we … Continue reading →

A peaceful drive along a country road, ah, how calming! The interstate was another scenario for me and it wasn’t a pleasant one. Driving, not an issue. Traffic, not an issue, but that on ramp would terrify me….yep, I was … Continue reading →

If you’re a Baby Boomer, chances are that when you read the words of this song, the melody will sing in your head and your body may start grooving . . . “I can’t get no-o satisfaction . . .” … Continue reading →

What would we do without the weather to talk about? It always gives us a great opportunity to exclaim in happiness or growl in dismay. I bet that weather is the number one topic of conversation among friends and adversaries. … Continue reading →

I bought a book on sale that I had never heard of, The Crown of Monks by Smaragdus of Saint-Mihiel. Turns out Smaragdus (760-840) was a Benedictine monk at an abbey in north-east France. The introduction explains that this book … Continue reading →

A few months ago Paulette and I watched a PBS special on the life of Mark Twain, and I was struck by one of the many humorous quotes attributed to Twain. He said that the Pony Express could have made … Continue reading →

There is a lot of it, over nothing. Sometimes there is no need of any more of it. It just sounds bad. Ado. It’s just a little itty-bitty three-letter word. When we make mountains out of molehills, maybe that’s ado. … Continue reading →