I’ve noticed that I tend to look away whenever I’m donating blood.
Even the finger-prick at the start, to check my hemoglobin: The process may be relatively painless, but it’s just something I’d prefer not to see.
I’ve noticed that I tend to look away whenever I’m donating blood.
Even the finger-prick at the start, to check my hemoglobin: The process may be relatively painless, but it’s just something I’d prefer not to see.
Strange fish, the leafy seadragon. It can’t seem to make up its mind: plant or animal?
Feathers were flying all about our patio a few days ago – an oddity, to be sure. And the mystery, sadly, did not end well.
When it comes to home improvement projects, I follow an ironclad philosophy: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
What’s up with dinosaurs, anyway?
Golf may perhaps be more than a game – at least in the case of my weak-willed spirit.
For golf, it seems, has a way of teaching me about certain spiritual defects, such as vanity.
Just about this time every year, I find myself reflecting on the fact that I have something of a soul brother in Nicodemus.
We transplanted some Resurrection Lilies last week, just in time for Easter.
Suffice it to say, it’s not going well.
Unsettling, isn’t it, to recall how “pandemic” took “pan de vida” away from most of us last year…