Daisy used to climb the high back chair in my office to lay across the top, that is, until the veterinarian declawed her. And that brings up another interesting point. Daisy was neutered that same day, which is why Daisy, you see, isn’t a she. She’s a he. And he’s a cat.
Chester. Tucker. Tyrone. Or stick with Daisy. These are a few names, among others, our family can’t decide on since my oldest son’s girlfriend enlightened us of Daisy’s genital make-up, though I’d known for a while something looked odd. And I apologize. That might sound sexist.
But as best as I can tell, Daisy doesn’t care about sexism. Continue reading “Declawed”
The latest presidential candidate debates have me thinking a lot about onions. Many types of onions look good on the outside. They’re even quite colorful.
Some onions are red. Others are purple. We have the yellow variety. And white. And still others are green. Some experts even claim onions offer excellent health benefits, though others may disagree.
Don’t get me wrong. I do like onions.
But have you ever picked an onion purely because it looked good? Continue reading “The State of the Onion”
It held such a wonderful view from high above—until it crashed.
Out of hundreds of acres of surrounding farmland, the brand new and quite expensive drone of one of our family members bee-lined toward the only body of water on the property. The small aircraft had lost its ability to maneuver, and on Thanksgiving Day, 2014, it went down, plunging to the bottom of a one acre lake.
And there it spent the entire year of 2015, buried alive, in the mud. Continue reading “Prepare to Fly”
When you read those words you are likely either nodding in agreement or shaking your head. It’s a wonderful life. Yes, it is. Or, no, it isn’t.
If you haven’t seen the Hollywood classic, you might presume it’s the image of the picture perfect family. Dad grinning wide at his children in front of the Christmas tree. Mom gazing with love and admiration into his eyes. Children who can do no wrong. It’s what we want everyone to see. It’s how we wish life would be. And life is… Continue reading “It’s A Wonderful Life”
I was sipping coffee outside when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a leaf stuck between the deck slats, waving with the morning breeze. It was colored an extraordinarily rich green, a contrast from the spectrum of autumn browns, yellows, and oranges. A closer look revealed a True Katydid, a.k.a., a green leaf bug.
I figured it was dead. Temperatures had dropped into the 40’s that night. With my slippered feet I tapped it onto its side. It’s legs pedaled slowly into empty air.
I picked it up. It’s tiny eyes stared at me with helpless abandon. Continue reading “Green Leaf Bug”
We don’t bake Thanksgiving turkeys anymore.
In those days, my wife and I played to conversations between the living room and the kitchen, speeding back and forth between family and friends—and the timer. Waiting. Everybody waiting. On a lifeless oven. Continue reading “Deep Fried Turkey”
Trails less traveled. The way is narrow. The way is steep. The way is hard. But the way is good. … Continue reading Lifesummit
Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn
— Mumford & Sons, “Below My Feet”
As each small bag passed through my hands to the next volunteer, I thought of each man, woman, and child, in some other country, who will open these packages. They will be happy because it’s one more day they can eat. I am happy because I can help. Continue reading “Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 3 – See Another”
After nine and a half years and three billion miles, what image did NASA’s New Horizons spacecraft transmit back to Earth as it approached one of the farthest bodies in our solar system from the sun? A heart.
Pluto, actually considered a dwarf nowadays and not an official planet (minor details), is more than an icy rock in space. It will now be known as a first in space exploration and in human history. It has become a gateway of sorts, toward the edge of our solar system and beyond, and is expected to reveal some of the most up close and personal details that we’ve ever seen about this mysterious blur in the night sky. (NASA will release the highly anticipated images later today.)
But that’s not why I love this story. I love what this mission and its spacecraft, appropriately named New Horizons, represents in a time when many ideas and changes are creating divisions, especially among like-minded people. Continue reading “A Heart in the Margins”
Gomez Ramesh invited me to his home for Tandoori Chicken with a side of something resembling creamed spinach. I was a single twenty year-old at the time, serving in the U.S. Air Force in Colorado Springs, and I’d never heard of Tandoori anything, but the red-colored roasted chicken on a bed of grilled onions looked and smelled amazing.
Gomez motioned me to sit at the dinner table, and his wife, Lily, did the same.
After exchanging pleasantries and watching Gomez and Lily dip flat pieces of bread in a light-green cucumbery sauce—to which I followed suit—I noticed a picture of Jesus on the wall. In my ignorance, I had presumed Gomez and Lily were of another faith, and so I inquired.
I was half correct. Gomez was a Hindu, and Lily, a Catholic.
Continue reading “Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 2 – Something New”