Life Commentary 28/28

The Mess That Is Me

It starts in September, sometimes creeping out even in August, those subtle and quite often not-so-subtle hints that are uttered during...

The madness started when we discovered a flyer stuck to our mailbox, which is illegal I know but also don't care. Neither did whoever...

Once a year in America, we gather around a burdened table with family and friends to stuff our stomachs to match the full feeling of our...

I don't go fishing. I've been invited, but I don't have a license and I refuse to buy one. The whole concept for even needing one seems...

Change doesn't scare me. For over twenty years I've been a part of churches where most members screamed if you changed the brand of...

We are too damn sensitive! That statement alone probably offended someone. Truth is, however, we are. Everything has to be worded so as...

We have way too much time on our hands as is evidenced by Talk Like a Pirate Day. I wasn't really sure what was going on until I saw...

He's staring at me, his tiny sharp claws gripping my porch screen as his fluffed out tail shakes like a silent tambourine. A few days...

It's that time of year again. You know what I'm talking about, that time where ordinary people lose their sense of normalcy, when grown...

Sitting in my study the other day, I overheard my youngest son, Zachariah, trying his best to get assistance from his cell phone...