January is all about making a fresh start. It’s an opportunity to shake off the dust of the past, reset healthy habits, update out of control password lists and, maybe this year, even teach Buddy not to bark indoors.
As a pastor, my first sermon of every year was to challenge my church members to read the Bible – all of it – before year’s end.
Tis the season of storing away the holly and untrimming the tree.
With the 114th Congress just underway, the political world is focused intently on the road ahead.
Sure, we humans like to think of a new year as a blank slate; but deep down we know that history repeats itself.
What part of “Hey, Kids! Steal your parents’ guns and bring them to school!” sounds like a bad idea?
“I can’t stand winter,” said Herb Collins, who had dropped in at the Mule Barn’s philosophy counter for a quick cup. “There’s nothing to do.”
Recently I ran across something I had written online in 1994.
What happens when the dog catches the car? Now that the Republicans control the Senate, will they continue to be the party of unsubstantiated conspiracy theories?
It can be fun living in the future.
Hey guys. Did this whole crazy holy daze madcap bedlam thing sneak up on you this year, making the world speed up like a maglev Bullet Train going downhill lit by a strobe, like it did us?
The year gone by was marked by a tangle of stories involving midterm elections, grand juries and scandalous outfits worn by Sasha and Malia Obama. No need for a tedious yearend recap.
Windy had sent off for a doo-dad for his small kitchen, and that’s why he checked the mailbox.
It was the ancient Romans, I believe, who had a deity named Janus with two faces…one looking forward and the other back.
The solstice was this past Sunday, marking the beginning of winter, but also the shortest day of the year.