Reflecting

Forty Friggin Five (a memoir of sorts)

(Note: I don’t normally do this, but I’m posting a journal entry I ran across just today. The more human and transparent we can be with each other, the better. I’m 46 now, but this is what I wrote to myself Dec. 10, 2013)… I woke up today, and half my life was over (generously assuming I…

The Outsider King

The birth of Jesus is the ultimate outsider moment in history. We’ve long since dressed it up with tinsel and lights, making it something merry, pretty and popular. We celebrate with gaiety, food, song, gifts and warm, crackling fireplace fires. In the process, we’ve divorced ourselves from the starker, darker reality of the actual event,…