In Defense of Scrooge and the Grinch

As the Christmas season rolls up on us—in conjunction with the end of the fourth quarter—I become more and more disenfranchised by the intrusive commercialism of the whole thing. Just this most recent Thanksgiving, I headed up to the local box retailer to see what all...

I Am Not the Brightest Knife in the Shed

You’ve heard all those sayings. He’s not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. She’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He’s not the best tool in the shed. Well, it seems that I am all of those rolled up into one…and then some. Another few self-descriptors that fit...

Thanksgiving Is All About the Cranberry Bread

Growing up, one of my favorite books to read was Cranberry Thanksgiving by Wende Devlin. Published in January 1971, ten months before my birth, it represents something that has always been a part of my life. I even consider it to be one of the central elements in my...

Tragedies: The Spice of Life

They say a good artist has gone through suffering. Oh, how I’ve suffered. Traumatic brain injury. Heart stopped twice. Crushed right hand. Broken right elbow. Broken ribs on right side. Cancer. Pre-cancerous intestinal polyps. Carcinoma removal. Losing family members...

Some People Need You to Draw Pictures

I read an article this morning that listed over 50 things that Baby Boomers thought were cool that the author believes are not. The writer even takes on a condescending tone in the presentation as if he or she is much wiser in the limited amount of time lived on the...

Behind the Iron Gates and Manicured Lawns

Today, I decided that I would put up an essay I wrote six years ago. The idea came up when a friend was discussing the concept of wealth. There is truth in the saying that the grass is not always greener on the other side. Oh…and appearances can be deceiving....