"Let me tell ya 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees.." ~from that song on the "hits of the 60s" cassette my parents used to play in the car Even as a toddler, my son Christian was always a detail-oriented, literal-minded little guy. He was the kind of two-year-old who … Continue reading Sex-Ed in a nutshell: “Huh.THAT’s kinda gross.”
Tag: Prayer
an Anniversary, without a Ribbon
“People go to cemeteries to be with the souls of the departed and build private altars...” ~Wikipedia, Day of the Dead Today isn’t (quite) el Dia de Los Muertos, but it’s my day to miss someone. To consider a life that ended unexpectedly a year ago today. Al had a small altar in my heart … Continue reading an Anniversary, without a Ribbon
Rescue Diver
“We sought the same escape with all the desperation of drowning men… A new life has been given us.” ~~A.A. Big Book p.28 This far below the surface, 120 feet of seawater filters the color spectrum so only the blues and blacks remain. When I shine my pocket dive-light on the reef it becomes a … Continue reading Rescue Diver
Open Thank-You to our Daughter (the Fibber)
Our oldest daughter fibbed to me Wednesday. She asked for our new address so she could send pictures of the grandbabies. This morning as we were drinking our first cup of coffee on the porch, a UPS truck pulled up to our trailer. "Puzzled" would be an understatement to describe our reaction, but ours is … Continue reading Open Thank-You to our Daughter (the Fibber)
Living Richly
"Half the world knows not how the other half lives." ~George Herbert [Oct.16] Rats, I was doing so well with "PostaDay," till today. (Which will be "yesterday" by the time this is available to read.) The good news: my Miss isn't due to lack of writing. Here I am writing. The Other-news: our internet is … Continue reading Living Richly
Confessions of a “Street Minister”
While I'm in line at the visitors' window of our county jail, I'm invariably asked by another collared personage what church I serve. My most honest answer is "The Little Converted Crack-House," which is how we jokingly refer to our A.A. home group. (Before I joined the Recovery Community, I actually assumed this bustling little … Continue reading Confessions of a “Street Minister”
Byways & Bygones: Idaho’s “Old Oregon Trail Byway”
Engine idling in the middle of the desert, we contemplate the pockmarked metal sign in front of us. Military Range, it declares, adding the instruction that civilian vehicles are to keep to the main road. Which leaves us with a question--what is the definition, out here, of a "main road"? Off to the side, a … Continue reading Byways & Bygones: Idaho’s “Old Oregon Trail Byway”
Kana's Chronicles 