The day I learned what God tastes like

The day I learned what God tastes like

A Thanksgiving story: Being given the gift of food at the moment of my greatest need taught me how the hand of God is at the end of our arms.

How much spaghetti sauce will the leaders be slopping about as Election Day approaches?

Take care out there

Elections: heaven, hell and indifference. Imagine voting based on the merits, platform, and suitability of a candidate rather than their ability to highlight the deficiencies and past errors of their opponents?

Luck Butt, normally

Luck Butt, normally

Normally, I am called Luck Butt because of the good luck that surrounds me. This spring, however, is anything but normal.

Four-year-old Joey with portrait of his mum.

Seeing things as ‘they are’ — not as ‘we are’

How often do we see only a fraction of the beauty that others offer so freely? Bias, habit and judgment keep us locked into a single viewpoint, unable to hang on to the eyes wide-open perspective.

Rich hair, Poor hair

Rich hair, Poor hair

I’m glad I found myself at RB Russell High School for our Transformative Writing class this week. I made a new friend with an amazing haircut and learned about a whole world of writing I never knew existed.