Here’s the thing. Today is Charles Goodyear’s birthday. His name gives him away, right from the go of things. Thanks to Chuck, we have good tires, of course. We also the Goodyear Blimp flying around all over the world. I have to sidebar here a moment. Most of us know that when we see […]

I’m feeling cynical today, and I’ve found it best not to write when I’m feeling cynical. Scoffing, incredulous, disenchanted me. Without fail, though, guilt runs hand-in-hand with cynicism for me. I feel ashamed that I should be having feelings of anything but joyous gratitude for all that is good and right in my life. Then

There’s a message in it somewhere. During my morning distractions of checking email, visiting my regular news threads, and going through the daily inbox of information, I happened upon Pearl Buck. I know she was a prolific author, but I’ve never read any of her work. The reason she caught my eye today, was because

I used to play video games. Yet, when I make that statement, it sounds so trite. And it wasn’t. Video games were a bright spot in my life for a while. They helped me escape from a formidable depression as an adult. But that might be a story for another time. The start of the

  Sometimes we miss the message. Other times, we might get a glimpse of it, but then we forget it all together. It can be easy to misinterpret things. Especially when someone is speaking to us in parables. Today, we celebrated the birthday of Jesus. We are probably in the ballpark with the 25th. But

There are a lot of Christmas Traditions out there. Bringing trees indoors, and decorating them. Making Gingerbread houses, or people. Reading Christmas books, or watching movies. Ugly sweater wearing. Even hiding the Christmas Pickle. Yes, the old Christmas Pickle. I had never heard of this before. It is the American tradition of hiding a green

On Sunday, we had “Make Your Own Pizza” Night and “Christmas Cookie Creations: Another Chapter” here at our house. Both were good. And fun. The pizzas were delicious. Well, I can’t speak for all of them, but mine certainly was extraordinary. It was a lightly sauced Proschiutto and spinach with four cheeses number. Gone, but