Years ago at our family Christmas, my Grandfather gave each family a gift. We were sitting in my Uncle’s living room, surrounded by the watchful eyes of an impressive menagerie of mounted animal heads, while a small mountain of presents shining in their tinfoil wrappings awaited the traditional white elephant gift exchange. This ritualistic exchange
Love is a verb. I remember that phrase sketched out and hung on the ceiling of my high school friend’s bedroom. She was trying to remember that love wasn’t just a feeling, it was an action. Something you do. This was an important revelation for us in these early years – love isn’t just a
Sometimes in life, there is a person who has been a source of harm (real or perceived, intentional or otherwise). The trouble is that this person (or people, or institution) can become an easy place to assign all subsequent blame. They can become a convenient villain, on which to pin all troubles, failures, and disappointments.
Aging, like death, is a reality we are all aware of. We are aware, and yet still it’s surprising. Not yet! We cry to the mirror as it reveals new age lines. Surely, not yet! I suppose I’m experiencing what many have before me, While eyeing the ever-nearing arrival of middle age. The shock of
The pantheon of gods in Greek mythology teaches us something about ideals. Each god represents something valued by the people in its most perfect form. Mars – the ideal warrior, Aphrodite – the ideal lover, Hestia – the ideal homemaker, and so forth. The worship of the gods involved an assumed quid pro quo –
