I joined Twitter in 2008 and have mostly enjoyed it because I don’t try to do things ‘a certain way’ there. But over the last year or so, when I check in on Twitter all I see are links to posts on how to do things better. “Nine ways to make the most out of every weekend.” “A guide on how not to upset your boss.” “Five things you should never do when using Twitter.” And everyone is sharing them…
I was raised a Christian, but have always had issues with John 3:16. Because, like Jesus, I too am a child of God. As are you. The difference is that all men sin. And because we all sin, we all fall short of the glory of God. That’s basically the difference between us and Jesus. Because when we are born we are as pure as we will ever be. All we have to do is avoid sin – our whole…
At 13, I feel like I’m losing her. It rips my heart in two. We are too similar. And there are too many hormones flying around. I can’t back down because I’m the parent. She can’t back down because she’s my daughter – and she’s caught in the grips of a revolution inside her own heart. So I lay down the law and walk away. Eyes burning holes in my back. I think about my own family, and how they…
I believe that birds make pacts with our dogs when they build their nests in our yard. The dogs keep the cats away, and in return, the birds alert the dogs to the encroaching postman every day. And when the fledglings leave their nests and tumble to the ground, the dogs look the other way. *** Jim Mitchem
We only get one first kiss. Mine was inadvertent. Sort of. It was seventh grade. The object of my affection was a black-haired, golden-skinned beauty named Stacie Shrine. She was a petit girl with a smile like a Close Up toothpaste commercial. We’d been friends since sixth grade when we both entered middle school. Everyone knew we liked each other, but we never took it anywhere. We were twelve. We were ok with being ‘just friends.’ With end-of-year tests out of…
Oh hello Mr. Barred Owl on the low hanging bough just outside my window.
