the Skuplor design the statue!

If you're wondering about the title to this post?  Well, I can't help you there, it just happened two years ago while I was learning to write again.  If you're wondering why I haven't been posting much?  Well, it is because I have been writing chapter one of my book. If you're wondering that there will be a chapter 2?  Well, I am hoping to write a…

Spreading Ashes

My dad stood on the hill with the love of his life. They had hiked up to a knoll which was on the foothills that rose up from the town of Upland. As they stood there, he proclaimed that he wanted to build a house here, here on the hill. No roads to get there, no lot to build on, no utilities were there, nothing but a…

I’m Now A Published Author?

I am now a published author. I wrote something for “Milestones,” the newsletter for Mile High Pines Ministries. Wait, does a newsletter count? A published author, Hmm. Before I post what was published, I have an announcement of sorts. It started a few weeks ago at the support group at Mt Sac college for people with brain injuries, mainly strokes and concussions. We were setting goals for…

What’s going on in Asbury, Or is it my Life?

If you live in Christian circles you are likely aware of the revival at Asbury University. If not, maybe this is new. In case you wondered, I live in Christian circles, and I like revivals. Because I believe that God works in this world through the changed lives of those who respond to his call. So, I’m following what is going on at Asbury and I wanted…

My Beautiful Mind, Then Reality Sets In

I have a beautiful mind, and I am so grateful for it. As you read this, it might seem like I am complaining, but I am not, I am thinking about what is happening in my mind. My beautiful mind.  I have always been a ponderer.  I would think about things for a long time. For weeks and months, sometimes years. Having ideas sit there in my…

A Light Called Karl

I had a lightbulb named Bob. It lived in the fan that was over our dining room table. There were four bulbs on the fan. Three of them worked well, but one of them didn’t. It worked intermittently.  I don’t recall how Bob was named. Maybe it was Holly, my daughter, who named it Bob. But somehow, it came to be called Bob. In his defense, it…