Check out the following quotes and guess who had the audacity to say them:

Geez, you’re fat!

You stupid loser!

Way to go, Einstein!

I mean… how could you do that?!

No wonder nobody likes you!

I don’t think you’ll be winning a metal for best parent anytime soon!

You’re such a lousy person – your spouse must be disgusted with you!

You don’t have friends because you don’t deserve them!

Your personality sucks!

You’re a failure: An utter… abject… reeking… failure!

If there is a hell, nobody deserves to go there more than you!

If somebody could say the wrong thing at the wrong time, you’re the one I’m betting on!

You have no willpower whatsoever. None. Zippo!

Okay, who said these things… and to whom did they say them? Continue reading…

This past summer I turned 50. 50! As I look at it on the page it makes me laugh – like somebody sauntered up to me at a party and without my knowing it stuck a ‘50’ sign on my back as a joke. And it is a joke. There’s no way I’m 50. I know the calendar says so, but my heart, mind and soul cannot seem to embrace that. I feel no more than 25 and, as my wife would probably protest, act no more than 10!

The one thing that causes me suspicion that I just might actually be 50 is the person I find myself to be today versus the one I know I used to be. Once upon a time I had so many more answers than I find I have now. Life carried a certainty and permanence that has long since departed. My religion, politics and overall philosophy for living holds little in common with those same spaces in which I lived in yester-year. Continue reading…

Everybody loves babies. Babies are the ultimate sign from the Universe that beyond the veil, back where the Numinous dwells just out of site, there is innocence and tenderness and a Presence you just can’t keep from embracing.

Babies are soft and vulnerable and naïve. In order to thrive they need our love, our touch, our constant provisions. Babies bring smiles to our faces and we ‘coo’ and ‘goo-goo’ and contort our faces for minutes on end just to get one smile in return – even if it might have more to do with passing gas than a mutual response of endearment! Continue reading…