Snowbrush

I I would say that I have a good marriage, yet Peggy is a serious disappointment to me in some ways. For example, she’s a procrastinato...

I was what my mother called “a sensitive boy,” meaning that I got my feelings hurt way too easily. What I can tell you about being “sensi...

First the bad news. No one can convert an atheist unless that atheist is poorly schooled in atheism. Otherwise, converting him—to Christia...

When I got Brewsky 18 months ago, I resolved to rid him of those failings that are so regrettably common to both cats and women, things li...

I’ve written several times about the effects of marijuana, but for each piece that I posted, there were five that I didn’t because I know...

I have 262 followers. Some are dead; some have deleted their blogs; some haven’t posted in years; many if not most never left a comment on ...

1952. That's Peggy's sister on the right. Dianne was (and is) timid, whereas Peggy was (and is) tomboyish. You might have guessed ...

I was delivering newspapers on my bike one afternoon while throwing a hissy fit at God. I was twelve years old, and my first doubt had oc...

The usual scenario is that a Biblically naive young person goes away to seminary with an interest in religion and a ...

The steel “sanitary tee” shown to your left carried the waste from my house's kitchen sink and clothes washer for 57 years. I am s...

I’ve spent weeks preparing for two plumbing jobs under the house. In olden times, I would have taken measurements, bought my materials,...

The short answer is that I consider the possibility of the existence of a supernatural deity to be zilch. I could be wrong about this...

The pain has let up enough lately that Peggy and I took a two-night camping trip to the nearby Willamette National For...

Peggy had a migraine and was exhausted when we left the urologist's office (see photo), so when we got home, I rubbed her back unti...