“Except ye become as little children, except you can wake on your 50th birthday with the same forward-looking excitement and interest in life that you enjoyed when you were five, “ye cannot enter the kingdom of God.” One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.” DOROTHY SAYERS 50 Years…
This is a true story about the bone-breaking power of words. At least if what my sister told me about her friend Jan is true. I’ve met Jan and I think it is. Jan was a 40-something blonde on her way home from an event in the city. She was lost in thought when roused…
Good Friday turned great just before midnight. That’s when my pride died. Again. This side of heaven, it won’t stay dead. I cannot share details. But I can tell you that it happened when a friend confronted me about my wounding words. Before Pride Died But before pride died, I want you to know that…