The Rainbow Bridge
A little boy walked into the little church, unannounced. It was a weekday. A country church. Clapboards. Tin roof. The kind of church that—until a few years ago—only had window-unit A/C.
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A little boy walked into the little church, unannounced. It was a weekday. A country church. Clapboards. Tin roof. The kind of church that—until a few years ago—only had window-unit A/C.
Just when you thought Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) had finally gasped its last bureaucratic breath, it’s back—rebranded, repackaged, and ready to waste even more corporate resources.
My phone finally arrives in the mail. It’s small. Ugly. It’s “dumb.” And it looks like it was invented during the Herbert Hoover administration.
The world changed overnight. It wasn’t a slow societal shift, nor the result of a global movement. It happened instantly, as if humanity had awoken from a fog
Once upon a time, not too long ago, America found itself in the throes of an era best described as “The Great Babysitting Experiment.” It was a time when the government was less of a functioning entity and more of an overprotective helicopter parent,
Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The windchill is negative four and I can no longer feel my unmentionables. I’m about to play my fiddle and tell funny stories to a room of people at the community center.
The phrase “When the aristocracy catches a cold, the poor die of pneumonia” is not just an economic reality but a reflection of how power and privilege shape survival.
It’s a mess, that’s what it is. When you land in Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Third World International Airport, you’re walking into a battle zone.
I miss glass bottles. I come from a generation of glass. And therein lies a fundamental difference between my generation and the current one.
Somewhere along the way, the United States of America—the land of the free and home of the brave—became a glorified babysitting service run by bureaucrats who think we’re too stupid to make our own decisions.
Who reading this can recall when the Super Bowl was played in mid-January? How many can remember when the NFL’s championship game was called just that: The NFL Championship game?
Do you look forward to Valentine’s Day, or do you try to ignore that it exists? There’s plenty of love out there for everybody.
Suicide is a dirty word. Try using it in mixed company. Try using “suicide” at a dinner party. You wouldn’t. Because suicide is not something people talk about.
College is hard work. Not just mentally, but physically. Frank has six classes today. Thus, Frank is compelled to carry a heavy pile of physical textbooks FOR EACH CLASS. A stack of hardbound paper literature roughly equalling the same weight as the Jefferson Memorial.
The greatest sea change in America occurred from 1944 and 1964 – the birth years of the baby-boomers.
Do we live in a world gone mad or are we witnesses to a majestically orchestrated plan? It is easy to see the world-gone-mad part; but the followers of Jesus have the information to watch the divinely orchestrated plan coming to fruition
I’m on a plane awaiting takeoff. My carry-on bag is above me in the compartment. A compartment which, according to FAA regulations, is slightly too small for everyone’s carry-on bags.
Mom was middle-aged. Maybe early fifties. Her daughter was maybe 18. You could tell it was her daughter because of the way she kept rolling her eyes whenever the middle-aged woman opened her mouth.
Let us talk about some pleasant things like Jim Gaffigan, a rare mainstream comic these days who makes me laugh.