Two Raccoons
There was once a raccoon named Benny. Benny was very nice, and very cute. Also, he did not smell like urine and feces the way other raccoons did.
Inspiration
My Friend “Mo”
Nothing beautiful has ever landed on me before, unless you count the way local pigeons have sometimes used me for target practice.
Life and All Its Cracker Barrels
I have a story about bad things. The story is about an old man. He lived during in the Great Depression. He was a very poor farmer. His home was a ramshackle shotgun house. He drove a rusted truck that predated the Punic Wars.
Jonathan Livingston Birdy
Two railway track maintainers stood at a distance watching her. Their neon vests, reflecting in the early morning light. Their hard hats pushed upward on their heads. They weren’t sure what to do with the bird.
Alaska: The Work of God’s Hands
A journey through Alaska’s rivers, glaciers, and skies is a living reminder that the God who shaped such majesty also cares deeply for us.
The Dog In My Lap
The little dog beside me is curled into a ball, huddled against me. We are smooshed as closely as we can be without being one person.
Waiting for Takeoff
We were sitting on a plane. Awaiting takeoff. I am convinced that if you live wrongly, if you treat your fellow man poorly, if you are selfish, if you are not a good person, you will die and wake up in Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport.
No Offense, Sean, But…
“Dear Sean, your column yesterday about embracing my inner child and childhood was inaccurate. I’m 67 with more life experience than you… And my childhood wasn’t idyllic like yours obviously was…
Still Writing Rightly
I’m driven to write. If I didn’t, at some point I would feel like I must burst. Been that way since I was a teenager. I write as self-expression. However the themes of my writing are in the defense and for the promulgation of my values. They represent “The Right.” Hence, I write Rightly.
“I’m Disappointed in You, Sean”
“Dear Sean, yesterday’s column disappointed me. You cannot be a true believer and believe in ghosts at the same time. God simply doesn’t work that way.
Men Without Chests
We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.
Prayer Attention Deficit Disorder
Does your mind wander when you pray? Do you have trouble staying focused? Maybe you have PADD–Prayer Attention Deficit Disorder. Here’s some help!
The Ghosts of Gettysburg
Gettysburg is a place of ghosts. That’s what they say. This town is known to historians and ghost hunters as the promised land for paranormal activity. There’s the phantom regiment, sometimes heard marching through the streets. There’s the specter of a little girl at the Tillie Pierce House, often heard playing in the other room, …
An Attitude of Gratitude
There are so many sad, depressed and lonely people in our world today. They’re not just pessimistic about the future, they’re frightened of the present and overwhelmed with deep depression that they live with every day.
Gettysburg, PA
As our rental car eased into Gettysburg, past the brick-and-plank storefronts selling tourist trinkets, women’s fashion, artisan tacos, funnel cakes, and free CBD samples, my imagination was running amok.
The 12 Days of Resilience with COL Nick Rowe: Day 9
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Why I Love Elderly People
Bobby and I played music before a theater of people at the Vista Retirement Community in Wyckoff, New Jersey. The Vista is a giant cruise ship on land, minus the lifeboats, slot machines, and go-go dancers.
The 12 Days of Resilience with COL Nick Rowe: Day 7
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Our Father, Which Art in Heaven
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Even though this name has been so misused, misapplied, and misappropriated throughout history.
Just a Random Waitress
She shall remain anonymous. Because that’s how she wants it. She doesn’t want attention. She waits tables for a living. She’s on her feet for long hours. And when she’s finished, she goes home and takes care of three kids.