I have a confession to make, I love the television show Supernatural. Sure, it has its faults. Yes, it’s had some less than stellar story lines. Or course, some of it is over the top outlandish. Yep, the characters are all deeply flawed. I think maybe that’s part of why I love it. For all
Back in the day when I was an evangelical Christian (yes, really), I spoke a lot about unconditional love. I believed that I acted inside that love. I believed that I understood what unconditional love really was. The truth is, I was clueless. It took a lot of changes in my life to realize that.
All around me people are planning weddings. I must know at least twelve couples getting married this year. I’m happy for them, if that is what they truly want in their lives. Love is, after all, a wondrous thing. For myself, however, I can love freely without needing to be defined as a half of
Ever feel like your just stuck in a rut? Or just stuck, minus the rut? I’ve been feeling that a lot lately. Like my life has become this endless routine, and I’m trapped inside it by all of my anxieties and even by my own nature. It doesn’t help that my day job can get
When the chaos and uproar of opening presents is done, and the floor looks like a tornado came through and dropped colorful debris over everything, there’s a kind of quiet that settles in. Everyone is caught up in playing with new toys and trying on new clothes, setting up new tech and even the animals
It’s an early Saturday morning, early enough that it’s still dark outside. I can hear the gutters still draining off the steady rain of the last few days and every now and then, a gust of wind. It’s a nice sound, especially because we have needed the rain so badly. I’m waiting on cover options
We live in an age of new understanding of old traditions and previously accepted history. I doubt that there are many Americans who haven’t at least heard that there is a problem with what we think we know about the beginnings of our country, or that the first “thanksgiving” was not what we learned it was in grade school.
It isn’t really winter here in Northern California, because it is, after all, California. It is, however, colder here now than it was a few months ago. Cold enough that my early morning writing is being done with my heavy bathrobe on over my pajamas. I grew up where winters are a little more dramatic, where
Life is an odd thing, if you think about it. You’re born a squirmy, screaming thing that can do nothing for itself. If you’re lucky, you’re cared for by people who love you just because you share the same blood. You grow and you choose friends based on the clothes they’re wearing or the TV
On September 13, 1968, in a Florida navy hospital I found my way into the world. Fifty years, which seems hard to believe, but here we are. I’ve lived an amazing life, or at least that’s the way I see it, and hopefully, I’ve learned a few things along the way. On my approach to