Along with pies, potatoes, turkey and stuffing (myself included) Thanksgiving for me is a day that I find to be increasingly introspective. As we get older our focus changes along with our eyesight and the things that made Thanksgiving a special day when age 7 can not
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” Nelson Mandela One of the myths that surround our Nations founding was that the
In my travels around Huntingdon Valley, Pa I have noticed that after the election of Donald Trump signs started to appear on some lawns. It’s main message states “Hate Has No Home Here”. Underneath that statement are several sentences written in different languages and
One of the great American myths is that Benjamin Franklin wanted the wild turkey as the symbol of the new Nation instead of the Bald Eagle. He was only commenting on the character of the two birds in question but I believe that like most
Las Vegas It has been over a month now since a whack job or a terrorist or a whacked out terrorist shot up a country music concert. It would have been easy to jump all over it but it is better to stop and wait
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” Dr. Seuss Labor day approaches which means that summer is ending. It has been a bittersweet summer for me and has moved far quicker than I wished but it was bound to happen. The sweetness of
It has been over five months since I have published anything on this blog post. My lack of attention to this has numerous excuses attached that I use daily to either beat myself up with or soothe my scattered mind but the end result is always
About three years ago I noticed that when I would partake in an alcoholic beverage I would feel a flush come over me shortly after my first sip. It would dissipate after a few minutes and if I continued to drink it would not reappear.
403 I was young then, maybe 6 or 7 years old. I couldn’t have been much older because we still lived in the Germantown neighborhood of Philadelphia. Our street was a dead-end an it ended at the railroad tracks. We lived in the last home
We are so obsessed with doing that we have no time and no imagination left for being. As a result, men are valued not for what they are but for what they do or what they have – for their usefulness. Thomas Merton While