Columns

I don’t mean to make light of serious circumstances, but let’s face it, some of the situations that have arisen because of the coronavirus are hilarious. […]

Several years ago I read four books by Christian author Terri Blackstock called the Restoration Series. The basic premise was that a world-wide electromagnetic pulse wiped out every microchip on the planet rendering useless anything that needed one of those little pieces of plastic to function. Simple mechanical engines still operated, but fuel soon ran out since gas pumps no longer operated. […]

At the beginning of this year, I wrote a column about David’s and my intentions to begin working out at a local gym in the hope of living what’s left of our golden years in better health. In keeping with my usual serious tone, I pursued the vital question of what to wear when I worked out. I received quite a bit of input from fitness fashionistas, but I ended up going with what I had, at least in the beginning. […]

First, let me say this column is not about the Jack London novel or the new Harrison Ford movie. It’s sort of about a dog, but it’s mostly about me being a fraidy-cat. […]

David and I had a new experience last week. At lunch at the senior center on Thursday, our friend Peggy approached us with an offer of theater tickets for that night. […]

I had a new experience Sunday morning – I helped with KIDZ Church, a program at Believers’ Baptist for children from four years old through second grade. […]

Puxatawny Phil didn’t see his shadow Sunday morning, and that’s supposed to mean an early spring. I guess he was right. It was 79 and sunny in our part of the world on beautiful Groundhog’s Day. […]