Published inThe Gnarly TreeA Guardian Angel?My maternal grandmother was Italian. She died years before I was born. All I know of her are second-hand tales and a few old photos. The we…Jan 242Jan 242
Published inWriters’ BlokkeA Soul, A Ghost, And A SkepticEvery now and then something impossible occurs. Although, since it’s impossible it obviously it didn’t happen. So why did it?Jan 211Jan 211
Published inDeconstructing ChristianityThe Burden of ProofNot knowing an answer is not the same as being wrong.Jan 8Jan 8
Published inDeconstructing ChristianityThe Weight of a MythLife has many burdens. Faith in a lack of faith is not one of them.Jan 4Jan 4
Published inThe Gnarly TreeA Forgotten MelodyThe melody lingered as good melodies tend to do. I’m certain that I had never heard it before, nor sadly, since.Jun 27, 2024Jun 27, 2024
Published inDeconstructing ChristianityWhere Do Atheists Go When We Die?How can we ask that question? How can we not? No, this is not about a “Come to Jesus” moment. It’s just a small part of the search for home…May 23, 20242May 23, 20242
Published inThe Gnarly TreeRuminations Upon A TombstoneThe name, another name, and a couple of dates.May 5, 2024May 5, 2024
Published inThe Gnarly TreeTime Traveler Successfully Alters HistoryA minor rumination on the consequences of successful time travel.Apr 26, 2024Apr 26, 2024
Published inThe Gnarly TreeThe Rusty KeyEvery old home has its hidden treasures; unexplored nooks and crannies teaming with surprise or, at the very least, dead mice.Apr 24, 2024Apr 24, 2024
Published inThe Gnarly TreeForgotten Melodies and an Empty HallThe title is the writing prompt. The story is fiction. On the other hand it was inspired by the prompt. In truth the melody was never…Apr 18, 2024Apr 18, 2024