Just saw this sign in front of a neighbor’s house.
My first response?
To write a quick, hopefully witty blog where I say something like, “No words,” and let you figure out the rest.
I’m pretty sure that most of you reading this would share my sense of amazement at that sign. How do those words go together? Guns and God? Trump and God?
This is for the friends who love unconditionally.
For the ones who give thoughtful Christmas gifts, year after year, even when you don’t get them anything in return. You realize that it is not a small thing to have people like this in your life. It is exceedingly rare, like what happened last year when you walked out your front door and up the road one ordinary January day and saw that a mine shaft had opened up and left a 100 foot hole where the street used to be. Maybe you, dear reader, missed the drama of the sink hole last year? Spoiler: it all worked out fine. The county took care of it. But for awhile there? Continue Reading…
Honoring the Wild Grace of the Everyday
