A Few Days Ago, I Took My Mail-in Ballot to the Post Office A few days ago, I took my mail-in ballot to my local post office, more than a week ahead of the actual deadline to vote by mail. As I walked out of the post office after carefully depositing my mail-in ballot in the inside mail slot – a...
One of Many Ruins of Abbeys …and forever, it seemed, he always felt a touch of melancholy in the late afternoon and early evening, perhaps always regretting the waning of the light, of the golden light of the lowering sun, a fading that reminded his mind and heart over and over, that the day, that...
I Only Wanted to Live I have read many books on the Holocaust, but this book is unique and important in many ways. Written a few years ago entirely by the author, now in his eighties, the book is based on his memories of the Holocaust as a boy between the ages of about seven through...
A Tale of Two Signs, of Two Minds and Hearts, of Two Paths & Perhaps a Cautionary Tale *** One afternoon some months ago, I took my weekly extended walk, a path of about three and half miles, and as I traveled through my neighborhood and wended my way through the side streets and cul-de-sacs,...
A Five-Year-Old Girl at Disneyland in California, the Happiest Place on Earth & A Six-Year-Old Girl in Ukraine, in Cartoon Unicorn Decorated Pajamas П'ятирічна дівчинка в Діснейленді в Каліфорнії, найщасливіше місце на Землі і шестирічна дівчинка в Україні, в мультяшній єдиноріг прикрашеній...
An Ever-Precious Two-Year Old Girl with Happy Days Ahead & a Soulless Man, Whose Evil is Far Beyond the Language of Expletives Вічно дорогоцінна дворічна дівчинка зі щасливими днями попереду і бездушний чоловік, чиє зло далеко за межами мови лайливих слів Behold, an ever-precious little...
I am a member of a weekly zoom Sunday Sermon Discussion group through a church I am mainly only able to participate with online. One discussion we had was on Jesus as the center of our faith and hope. A part of this discussion included the seemingly pervasive infiltration of “Christian...
The sign I held in protest is coming apart; the glue is losing its grip. It leans against the wall behind the open door to my study out of sight, but when I close the door to work at my desk in peace with quiet, I always see it, and I make no attempt to fix it. I prefer it now as it...