Rebirth. I suppose that’s where this Easter situation started. I’m not sure how a rabbit and eggs, unrelated to each other, made their way into an early spring resurrection Sunday, but a fat dude in a red suit falling down chimneys…

I watched the horses run, wild and free and unmoving across the stretched canvas. A young one, somewhere between foal and colt, led the small herd, her gangly, undeveloped limbs at odds with her dominance.  Wonder if that one is still…

I haven’t been on the InstaTwitFace in quite a long time. Folks in my ecosystem know this, and every so often they’ll send me whatever rare gem they might find in that wasteland of digital dystopia. Like today. The video…

A few years ago, I stumbled into an angel. At the time, I was in a decidedly non-Christmas place, but she offered a timely reminder that my state of mind was indeed a decision.She became the inspiration for my holiday message that…

Here I am, 30,000 feet in the air, turning over and under the dirt of my life. What I’ve planted. What has grown. What has died on the vine.I’ve become more and more convinced that many of our problems, individually…

Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid. They have earned our undying gratitude. America will never forget their sacrifices.Harry Truman delivered those remarks to the United States Armed…

Small fish drifted past the orange Garibaldi hovering a few yards below my dangling feet. I didn’t know what the small fish were called. Names shouldn’t matter, but I guess they do matter, especially if that name is God. A lot…

I always thought I’d marry a girl from Texas.  I even had one in mind, although she was already married to a guy who spent most of his time hammered in the ship’s casino. I was a solo act on…

Mile marker 53, Highway 60. If you go, you’ll find things that used to be, boarded-up concrete gravestones for the dreams that died here. Some are obvious… the peeling paint on the Mexican restaurant sign, the fallen donkey cutout of the Burro…

He’s standing over there, in the corner. Don’t bother looking, you probably won’t be able to see him. Unless he wants you to, of course. In the Choctaw tradition, when a person dies, their shilombish (spirit) and shilup (shadow) leave the body. The shilombish takes off toward the West to meet ancestors in the Land of Ghosts, but the shilup can hang around for awhile, haunting…