Cause us to stand to our own conscience clear, Cause us to be the thing that we appear. I copied those two lines from a poem by Amy Carmichael. “Cause us to be the thing that we appear.” Such a simple prayer. But, oh, the implications! In all honesty, sometimes I’d rather not be the […]
“I let myself believe the outside might just bleed its way in.” Read More »
Some of the journalites have posted movie picks on their sites. I haven’t seen many of the recommended flicks, but I do notice a general trend toward dark, heavy themes. Movies with meat. Plots that make you think. Call me a nerd, but I honestly adore a movie that makes me laugh till tears pour
EZ’s Two Thumbs Up Read More »
This is written in iambic something-or-other. I know tetrameter is four metrical feet per line, and pentameter is five metrical feet per line. But what’s the name for three? I don’t know that. So, anyway. It’s iambic. And it’s got three metrical feet per line. And it’s for Ragamuffen. Happy Birthday, love! A poet-child is
A Birthday Poem for Ragamuffen Read More »
She crept along the damp alley wall until she reached the battered metal door. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she turned the knob and eased it open. The hinges creaked. She winced at the sound, but gently pried until she’d created a wide enough space to slip through. Once inside, she left the
One needle in the great big cyber-haystack Read More »
George doesn’t play his guitar much any more. He says he’s too busy. His callouses are gone. He can’t play on an empty stomach or when he’s tired or in January or during a full moon, blah, blah, blah. I don’t bring up the subject very often. The guitar just sits on its stand in
Humility. If it's such a wonderful virtue, why does it make me crazy? Read More »
The headline said, “360-degree picture released from Mars rover.” For a brief moment — a very brief moment, mind you — I thought it was referring to temperature. Honest.
Wow! That’s a HOT picture! Read More »
As a 21-yr-old newly-wed with another year to go in college, she took a job waiting tables at K-Bob’s Family Steak House. Not exactly a glamorous position, especially when you consider the dark brown uniform consisting of elastic-waist polyester pants and a matching zip-up top. A several-inch-wide, brown-and-white gingham collar broke up the monotony of
K-Bob’s Family Steak House, where good and faithful servants hear, “Well done!” Read More »
Today is Luke’s last day home for the holidays. Tonight I’m cooking the dinner of his request. Tomorrow morning I drive him back to Dallas to catch his flight to Chicago O’Hare. In case you’re wondering, it’s cold in Chicago. Luke checked the weather a few days ago, and the wind chill was negative 20.
This update may or may not have to last me a while. Read More »
Between Christmas and New Years we went to Colorado for a week. Skiing, snowboarding, major mountain majesty. That was some awesome awesomeness, let me tell you. But one of the funnest things we did was go to a movie. Peter Pan. Now that was a great movie! It was delightful, well-cast, and the special effects
Second to the right and straight on till morning. Read More »
Some people come along in life, march straight into your heart, and instantly belong there. You could no more remove them than you could cut out your heart and keep living. Of course, you’d never dream of removing them. You’d be crazy if you did. I don’t know when I first met Patrick, but I