My friend wasn’t supposed to die
“Do you know why people get together at Christmas? Because every time they do it might be the last time. Every Christmas is last Christmas.” -from Dr. Who 253, “Last Christmas,” written by Steven …
“Do you know why people get together at Christmas? Because every time they do it might be the last time. Every Christmas is last Christmas.” -from Dr. Who 253, “Last Christmas,” written by Steven …
Today is the 250th anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. It is our nation’s 250th birthday!! This is a momentous day. Yet I find myself sitting here with a profound and unexpected …
Let’s face it, it is absolutely impossible for us to understand an eternal transcendent God and his domain. It is far beyond our comprehension. So, we often use metaphors to make the incomprehensible accessible to …
“A picture is worth a thousand words,” but in my case, a picture is also worth at least a thousand undone deeds. The picture I’m referencing was taken sometime in the late 1980s and featured …
Let’s start with the obvious. I am not a mental health professional. I have no training to diagnose a Sociopath or a Narcissist. My interest is completely personal. Over the last couple of years, I …
One of the highlights of my childhood was the annual tradition of buying new shoes for the coming school year. My mother would dutifully take me to the shoe store, and the ritual would ensue, …
In a previous post, I wrote about having the joy of reading Aesthetics in a redwood forest in the hills near Santa Cruz. It was a great way to pass the time as my wife …
Heath Veuleman’s powerful article “What’s Love Got to Do With It?” got me thinking about so many different things. One of the main issues, though, ties into some artwork I began working on in 2003. …
The following essay was written by Heath Veuleman. Over the last decade, I have gone through many things where the call to love others is a real challenge. Heath has also experienced challenges in this …
I’ve been in the world for thirty years,And I must have traveled a million miles.Walked by rivers where the green grass grows thick,And entered the frontier where the red dust rises.Purified potions in vain search …