Birmingham: My Home Sweet Home
It was an average weeknight in Birmingham when I stood atop the Vulcan statue. Snow on the ground. I was looking at the city below, standing beneath Vulcan’s massive butt cheeks.
Inspiration
A Birmingham Angel
Birmingham. I met the old woman for coffee. She was small and slight, with a mane of white. She spoke with a thick Latin accent.
“I have a story for you,” she said.
Meet Your Local Librarian
The New York Times recently published an article stating that librarians are facing a “crisis of violence and abuse.” So I just thought you’d like to meet your local librarian.
A New Year with a Blind Dog
I brought in the new year with a blind dog. She was seated beside me, wagging her butt. I think she could feel the energy in the air.
A Funeral Runs Through It
The casket was rolled in. The piano played funeral hymns. And there I was, behind a pulpit, poised before a congregation that was standing-room only.
The Christmas Breaks of Boyhood
Things in America have changed since I was a boy. We were feral children during Christmas breaks. We were dangerous. We lived without helmets. We had BB guns. We ate saturated fat. And we were never, ever inside.
7 year tribulation? Myths to reality 4
Gabriel says that the appointed/anointed leader [Jesus] will stop the offerings and sacrifices…that He will appoint a most holy place [Himself]. And Jesus did this.
Let it Snow, Let it Snow
Christmas Eve. Southeastern Kansas. The middle of nowhere. Kansas is one of those places that gets a bad rap. People speak of Kansas like it’s Death Valley, or the hindparts of Mars.
A Christmas Visitor
The hospital room was decorated for Christmas. The young man was sitting in his bed, wired up to a horde of machines. The kid was watching something on the television mounted on the wall. Barely able to keep his eyes open. He was 8.
Winter, 1949
Winter. The year is 1949. The war has been over for a while, but it’s still fresh on everyone’s minds. Which is why people are having babies like crazy. War does that to people.
To My Blind Dog
I am not sure whether you understand English, but I’d like to think you do. I’d like to think that you know exactly what I’m saying to you. I’d like to think I speak fluent dog.
The Pale Blue Dot On Which We All Live
Happy Sunday! The thought for today; We are all living on a pale blue dot, a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Best Christmas Movies Ever
It’s hard to choose my favorite Christmas movie. Each time I try to pick one, I’m afraid I’ll shoot my eye out.
Christmas Behind Bars
Charlie had been inside for 22 years. Nobody ever came to visit at Christmas. Never. Not even once. Sometimes he wondered if anyone remembered him.
About Santa
Sean takes an unexpected trip and discovers that there is indeed a real life Santa Clause
Heartland Reveille
Another poetic gift from Julie Plott Counihan, encouraging us all to believe in our great nation and exceptional people.
No Happy Ending
I’d urge you to enjoy what you have. In a few weeks, I dare say things are going to look a lot different than they do today. And no matter what happens, there is no happy ending to the story of America in 2024.