Journal Entry:  December 2, 2015 – Wednesday 6:32 p.m. It is dark.  Dark and eerily quiet.  The air is crisp and cold as I walk to the chicken house.  The sky flutters, as snow dances on the breeze.  A dog

Fickle.  Now, THAT is a good word. I like the word fickle a lot.  Notwithstanding the fact that I am fickle.  Let’s put that aside for now. But. Go ahead.  Say it aloud.  Fickle.  There is a feel-good noise it

Tonight, I have been scanning old family photos. My Mom. I’ll tell you.  She loved photographs.  I think she probably still does love her photographs.  She just doesn’t remember about them, most of the time. But there is plenty to

One thing I just keep fighting against…. is the realization that ALL of life is filled with uncertainty.  I’ve said it a thousand times before.  I’ve meant it too.  Everything is uncertain.  All of it.     There are no crystal

I love a good ghost story.  I do.  And they are all over the place.  On any given night, just head to the big flat screen, and dial the old TV down to any number of curiosity-seeking networks. There are

  Life can be a real riddle sometimes. What do I mean by riddle you ask? Riddle. It is a funny word in and of itself.  It sounds like griddle, or fiddle… which are funny words too.  They sound like

The things we don’t see. There are a bunch of them.  All around us.  Unbeknownst to us. The other day, I learned we all have eyelash mites.  Gross, I know.  But those little boogers reside in your eyelashes… right near

Chuck:  Dude.   What are you doing over here, all by yourself?  Why are you slumped down like that. Tommy:  You better stay out of sight there too Boy Genius. Chuck:  Why? Tommy:  Today is Thanksgiving. Chuck: So? Tommy:  We look

Oh sure.  We all know the story of the first Thanksgiving.  It runs a little bit like this.  A bunch of English folks, on a boat…  seeking religious freedom… bump into a big rock in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Ahhhh.  Plymouth and