“One time I got down on my knees and cried and begged him to forgive me, but he would not,” Elizabeth’s (not her real name) eyes glistened with tears as she recalled the hard heartedness of her husband. She ended her story by telling me that when her beloved Robert died suddenly, after 50 years…… Continue reading He Would Not Forgive Her
I have been wanting to write a new post under the Story category, which for me would mean something entertaining and funny, but currently I am bereft of ideas. In the past if I did not have something immediately in front of me that was hilarious, I’d go to my archives, that is the storehouse…… Continue reading You Can’t Make This S——t Up!
Captain Bennett Marco, (played by Frank Sinatra) a decorated Korean War hero and former POW is a sleeper agent for the Soviet Union, programmed to assassinate one of the presidential candidates in order to get the Soviet’s man in office. You are right to ask, how did this exemplary American become the unwitting tool of…… Continue reading The Manchurian Candidate
“I saw God in the sky and his crown was all golden,” she began her story, “and I felt tingling in my hand.” She then lifted up her left hand and showed us the scar where her flesh had been ravished by an antibiotic-resistant bacterial infection that had landed her in the hospital. “You could…… Continue reading A Simple Faith
I am a cradle Catholic and I am currently active in a vibrant parish in Northern Kentucky. I love my church family and our pastor, but this time, that is not enough to assuage my deep sadness and pain at this newest revelation of the evil that lurks in my church. I have been praying…… Continue reading A Murder of Red Crows
I learned two new lessons in the past few weeks, both based on an encounter I had with a certain person. Lesson One: Do not assume a person believes a certain way based on a) their appearance or your impression of them b) your shared experiences or c) your feelings for them. The Encounter: I…… Continue reading The Browning of America
Three nights ago when I heard the voices of little babies and toddlers crying for their Mommies on the news, a wave of sadness enveloped me. I felt it in my gut. I wanted to start crying, “I want my Mommy” with them. Instinctively I knew these cries were not the cries you may hear…… Continue reading Children in Cages