Why so few blog entries? You deserve an explanation; that is, if you have been reading my blog posts. You could justifiably be wondering...

It is hard for me to believe in God, when I consider all the dark, empty things of life, the big questions with no answers.

Life is more meaningful when we take the effort to connect with people; and especially with some whose health is limiting their freedom.

A stump in our yard, decaying for uncounted years, has a center totally gone, but all around, the stump’s blackened sides tell a story.

As I sat outside I experienced being in touch with another world. The world that does not depend on me. I am not God.

I wrote my book to empower people to help friends or neighbors in trouble, but COVID prevented me from promote it. Everything stopped!

Nature seems often wasteful, with seeds scattered everywhere. But maybe that teaches us something about how to live freely, as well.

Yesterday when I was in the shower, I was surprised to see the number of items on the shelf -- ten bottles and tubes . . .

Remembering people who have blessed you in the past is a wonderful way to overcome depression with gratitude.

I miss seeing people at the wellness center. We are suffering the loss of many ways people get together for the important events of life.

In springtime, we relish the revival of life, the buds, the leaves, the bird songs, the croak of frogs, the flying V’s of geese overhead.

Science never seems to address the most tender gaps in our human story, the gaps that occur in our relationships, and in our own morality.

Two prominent scientists, Francis Collins and Richard Dawkins believe the same things in science. But about God, they are at opposite ends.

This morning, at 7:00, I saw four ducks swim by our dock in the open water left where the ice had already retreated.

I consider the IRS our friend, just like any other cop on the beat who needs our help to enforce the law.

Old family pictures warm my heart but at the same time give me a sense of loss for good times now gone.

Our friend is 100 years old and this unique man continues to live a full life, bringing smiles to each person he meets.

Since the insurrection, I have had increased anxiety, a sort of alertness to danger, a feeling that I need to be vigilant. How about you?

A canyon of chaos has opened up in America. Those on one side believe our institutions can be trusted, and on the other side they do not ..

Who do we believe? That big question determines our destiny, our success, our health, and possibilities for "life, liberty, and happiness."