O, heavenly Father ( Read more... )

I think cereal is a sweet middle of the night snack. A box of "pops", a gallon of milk, nice ( Read more... )

So flashbacks abounded Sunday as Terri belted out her "Baptist" song at our Catholic Mass. Defining moments in my life as a youth minister. Today was another. Kind of like yelling at a cross. Kind of like...November rain. Dom heard that song last night and called me at 3 AM. Earlier in the week I had late night conversation with many other ( Read more... )

Today was a mashing together of many things, many memories, helpful and hurtful all at the same time ( Read more... )

Where is the love?

This past weekend left me in an odd mode. A mode of treating things as if they will never happen again in life. Because maybe they won't. The auction took up all of my Friday and Saturday night. It is too much work and too much bullshit for me. Every year I tell myself I will never do it again and I always find myself there the next November ( Read more... )

It was good to tuck October away, but today was spent hearing things I really didn't want to hear. And as I sit and anticipate my future, I am staring at empty pages. News. Not about saints or elections as it should be. But about beginnings and ends. Thoughts. About dreams fulfilled and dreams shattered. I have prepared myself well for this. ( Read more... )

How are you like a pumpkin ( Read more... )

I can't remember the last time I hated a day in October. Probably like in first grade when my house caught on fire. I do not even care to detail it. A text message came at THEE perfect time to stop me from exploding and a phone call, even though I wasn't able to answer it, calmed me. You were right. And I was exactly what I could, would and ( Read more... )

I had it. For ten minutes only. Maybe a little longer. But then it was gone again. At least in that short time I got to thank someone for giving me the fire back. If only for a short while ( Read more... )