Author: Gene

“Out of the mouths of babes…” He is my baby sister’s only son. My sister is seventeen years my junior. Our father was gone well before she was grown and married…thus way before Zac, her son, was born. Zac grew up under the influence of a father who struggled with alcohol, drug, and various other…

I went to see Mom the day before Mother’s Day. She was in high spirits and, as always, so grateful for the visit and the gifts I brought. While we ate lunch with my baby sister and her crew, one of mom’s friends, the lady with the walker, who is, you better believe, a walker. She motors and weaves about that large facility from stem to stern and back again. Mom noted she was especially unsteady that day. She seemed distraught. Mom called her over.

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby girl,” Mom said to this woman who is her contemporary in age..

The lady burst into tears.

I was thinking the other day, as I read about another woke person getting trapped in her wokeness and being fileted by the people she was trying to impress, just how familiar that seemed. I was raised in a traditional Christian home, a fundamentalist Baptist home. I do not regret that one bit. On that…

Did you ever see a Thanksgiving social media prayer that looked like a brag montage? They are just so thankful that they are so wonderful and blessed with such skills, beauty, and excellence. It’s basically a (somewhat) subtler version of the NFL’s notorious Terrell Owens’ declaration, “I love me some me!”

A couple of weeks ago, my ear started ringing or whistling or screaming. I have struggled to describe it perfectly. It is a constant high-pitched sound that never ceases. The best description I can come up with is this: It sounds like a screaming, pissed-off cricket is trapped under my eardrum.

“3This is the tragedy of everything that happens under the sun: Everyone shares the same destiny. Moreover, the hearts of mortals are full of evil. Madness is in their hearts while they are still alive. After that, they join the dead. 4But all who are among the living have hope, because a living dog is…

“What is time? Friend… Or Foe? Teacher… Or Tyrant? Ally… Or Adversary? Blessing… Or Curse? Beginning… Or end? Yes. Yes, it is.”— The JourneyMan, 12/31/2020 Nothing brings to mind the meaning and passing of time quite like the flipping of the calendar. When a new year dawns, I feel mortal and hopeful. I feel the…

Hallelujah!  The first time I heard this Leonard Cohen song, I could not quit hitting the replay button. There was something so powerful, so haunting in its lyrics and melody. Some of its more memorable lines etched themselves into my very soul…  Love is not a victory march It’s a cold, and it’s a broken…

Some believe in yesterday The carefree days of youth Age and trouble miles away And every dream and hope is truth Some believe in tomorrow A flower in the seeds they’ve sown Untouched by pain or grief or sorrow Blessings bloom in troubles they’ve known Some believe in today They live in this very minute…