Observations / Reflections Archive

We Can Defeat Racism and Bigotry

Well here it is again. That feeling of hopeless helplessness that washes over me when the news of a world-impacting event characterized by conflict, division, injustice, loss of life, or suffering begins to settle into my consciousness. I know I cannot do anything about ...Read More

The Fact that You Know It Doesn’t Make It True

Life Lessons from the Front Porch What does it mean to “know” something? Great thinkers and philosophers have been debating this from time immemorial. There is even a branch of study devoted to this. It is called epistemology. The study of how it is ...Read More

The Christmas Light

The first Christmas – the one when Jesus of Nazareth was born – occurred in the shadow of vicious hatred, racism, and fear. A candle lit in the midst of utter darkness. A tiny light of hope under a pervasive, ominous blanket of evil. ...Read More

Are You Qualified to Be My Friend?

[Spoiler Alert / Disclaimer – in this post, I may or may not quote from an ancient compendium of deep wisdom which many dismiss out-of-hand as fanciful religiosity. I make no apology for this.] Are you qualified to be my friend? Do you pass ...Read More

Deciding Who Gets My Vote

[NOTE:  If you don’t like or appreciate ironic humor, you will not like this post. You’ll probably want to go back to whatever you were doing before you came here.]   Let me begin by stating from the outset that I have been going ...Read More

The Nicest Guy in the World

It started with my lawn mower repair guy.  He told me I had to stop using gasoline with ethanol in it in my lawn equipment or I would become his best customer!  Yeah…  Just try and find gas without ethanol.  No, seriously.  Try it. ...Read More

Saints and Super Powers

So Mother Teresa of Calcutta is now St. Teresa of Calcutta. In the Holy Roman Catholic Church, a saint is a kind of extra-holy human – a person like you and me, but with a kind of “holy super power.” Teresa’s “super power” was ...Read More

Mom Always Sang – Dad Always Whistled

I didn’t grow up in a “musical family. “ We weren’t the Von Trapp family, the Cowsills, or the Partridge Family. But there was always music in our home. Mom always sang. And Dad always whistled. When it came to singing, Dad couldn’t carry ...Read More