A Walking, Breathing Oxymoron

Hello from my office on a dreary and chilly pre-Apocalyptic Friday, As I write this, I am doing it to clear my mind, to make sense of the nonsensical, to put my trust in something larger than myself, which is always needed, and to create the possibility that I might be able to focus aContinue reading “A Walking, Breathing Oxymoron”

Nationalism is not Patriotism

Hello on an extremely warm first Monday of summer. As you can see from the intro, I began this blog almost three months ago and it was extremely warm and dry summer. The need for rain here in north central Pennsylvania is still real. The summer was abnormal because we are still trying to figureContinue reading “Nationalism is not Patriotism”

Being Thankful

Hello from my kitchen in the morning, Hard to believe it is already Wednesday of our break. Harder to believe it is almost the end of November; and perhaps hardest of all to come to terms with we are finishing the second decade of a new millennium. I was speaking with Al, the person inContinue reading “Being Thankful”

REO, Starship, Fleetwood Mac and Memories of Holling Hall

Hello from my front porch, It is a beautiful day in North central PA, and after a morning of meetings with students and grading, I am taking a break to enjoy my porch. I did some initial flower planting of Hyacinth bulbs, and now I am waiting for the UPS delivery and for a formerContinue reading “REO, Starship, Fleetwood Mac and Memories of Holling Hall”

More than a Dirt Nap

Hello from my office on a Friday afternoon, Between meetings and a couple of other things (including grading), I am considering some things in light of my Bible as Literature course and wanted to write. This past week, my Bible as Literature student have asked interesting and thoughtful questions about life (and beyond), and whileContinue reading “More than a Dirt Nap”

The More I Learn . . .

Hello from the house, Sometimes, it seems just as I think I begin to figure things out, I realize how little it is I seem to know; and more profoundly, or even more frighteningly so, the miniscule number of items or circumstances  I can actually control. This past week has reminded me once again ofContinue reading “The More I Learn . . .”

Where has 40 years gone?

Hello from Fog and Flame, While many feel there is a let down after the holidays, and there is some truth to that reality. However, the first part of February is, for me, a time of memories and events which¬†have shaped my life in more ways than I am readily aware. The subconscious consequence ofContinue reading “Where has 40 years gone?”