There are times when you know you’re being played, but it matters not a whit.Continue reading
These days, I tend not to fret about my yard.
Our landscaping…well, that’s another matter.Continue reading
Abbott and Costello we are not, this ol’ Gramps and Grandma. But that didn’t seem to matter much to the grandsons with whom we recently shared the comedy team’s famous “Who’s On First?” routine.Continue reading
My toolbox is actually a tackle box.
Which is to say, I keep a collection of allen wrenches and screwdrivers in compartments meant for fishing hooks, lures and swivels.Continue reading
It’s been a while since we last had the chance to hear our eldest son preach, and to preside at Mass.Continue reading
I had a moment yesterday, but it’s rather difficult to explain.Continue reading
I’m better these days about inviting the Holy Spirit in…but there was a time in my life when the Advocate’s gentle, liberating presence typically came as a bit of a surprise.