Before my husband, Mr. Right, died last year, he spent many years (probably well over a decade, now that I reflect on it with the benefit of hindsight) slowly succumbing to dementia. It's a cruel disease, as many of you know. But also looking back on it, and--indeed--since he died, I've found humor in some… Continue reading An Autocorrect Fail, or Just the Funniest Book Review Ever?
Well, TBPH, I didn’t sleep through it. I discovered, decades ago, that the reason I don’t get much sleep is not that I can’t get to sleep; it’s that I’m a very light sleeper, and everything wakes me up. So last night, I was unsurprised to be awoken at 2:30AM by a pack of yelping… Continue reading While I Was Sleeping: Death Comes to the Farm
These words were spoken by Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, to the family members of those who perished on September 11, 2001. And I’ve often thought she must have been channeling C.S. Lewis at the time: To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.… Continue reading “Grief is the price we pay for love”–Redux
Tom T. Hall died yesterday. While my contemporaries were listening to the addled, screeching, incoherent outpourings of the deranged, the dysfunctional, and the sex, drugs and rock-and-roll addicted contingent of my generation, I was here: https://youtu.be/pQAk-xYxvVo Don't like it? I don't really think I want to know you.
This morning on Ricochet, I responded to a comment by another member about the elevation of religious identity above all others in many third-world conflicts with the following words: The strategy of elevating religion over ethnicity as a means to consolidate loyalties (both internally and externally) that might otherwise divide among tribal or other cultural… Continue reading Tribes
Regular readers here (thank you!) may have noticed that I've been signaling a bit of distress the last couple of days. That's because a dear friend, a virtual friend, a person I've never met, someone I didn't "know," IRL, but who (as they used to say about Princess Diana) I'm pretty sure knew me, died… Continue reading (Not) His Last Post: Boss Mongo, RIP
The story goes that when Franklin Delano Roosevelt's funeral procession passed by, a man in the crowd was so overwhelmed that he collapsed on the ground. A person nearby went to his aid and asked: "Did you know Roosevelt?" "No," the stricken man replied. "But he knew me.'" I heard that story told anew when… Continue reading For Two Friends: Rush Limbaugh, and One More
During a British conference on comparative religions, experts from around the world were discussing whether any one belief was unique to the Christian faith. They began eliminating possibilities. Incarnation? Other religions had different versions of gods appearing in human form. Resurrection? Again, other religions had accounts of return from death. The debate went on for… Continue reading Amazing Grace–A Lenten Post
I've been aware of, and listening to, Rush in one form or another for exactly half-a-century, ever since his appearance on the Pittsburgh airwaves at the very young age of twenty, when he was calling himself Jeff Christie, and he was the rather 'mod' and transgressive disc jockey on WIXZ and KQV--the one the young'uns… Continue reading Rush Limbaugh, RIP