Snowbrush

I’m going to start off here with a bit of a disclaimer. I don’t believe in prayer—or in the supernatural for that matter—but many of you do,...

If your dog has a good life, you can take most of the credit. If you dog has a crummy life, you can take most of the blame. This makes it ha...

Jesus said that. Ted Kaczynski and John Allen Muhammad were two of the many who lived it for their own reasons and in their own ways. After ...

I am ashamed to admit that I regularly try to deceive myself into thinking that my species is more intelligent than I actually believe it to...

My two-hour surgery started yesterday morning at 8:00. The nerve block wore off last night at 1:00, so I took a sleeping pill and two Percoc...

I lost another follower today. Sometimes, I offend people because I don’t make myself clear; other times because I do. Causing offense is on...

Surgeons rarely kill people. They might screw them up, but they don’t normally leave them dead as a doornail on the operating table. Anesthe...

I have given but little time to blogs lately--my own or others--because I am preparing for shoulder surgery in December on the shoulder oppo...

Three days ago, I got an email from a follower (I’ll call her Jackie) who asked if I could think of a reason she shouldn’t kill herself. I w...

I was leaving the library when I saw her; I did a u-turn. She wore a short skirt with long stockings that had black and white horizontal str...

At Belief-o-Matic, you answer 20 questions and get a list of how closely your beliefs align with those of 27 religions and denominations. It...

I’ve been seeing Mark (my orthopedist—that’s him in the photo) every six weeks since my surgery in March, and I always take a written update...

When I was a Mississippi teacher in a school that was half black and half white, nearly all of my black students and half of my white studen...

I attended church for the last two Sundays after an absence of several months. Most churches don’t have much in the way of Sunday school dur...

I just heard a poet on the radio read a loving poem about his dead mother, and I wished I could write a loving poem about my dead mother. Wh...

(May my readers in other countries pardon my use of the word "we." It just seemed too weird to write "the United States"...