

“Another ‘God Moment’”
To start at the beginning, I’d have to go back 17 years, to when Evelyn and I first entered the mobile home market. We had decided on a triple-wide

“Another ‘God Moment’”
To start at the beginning, I’d have to go back 17 years, to when Evelyn and I first entered the mobile home market. We had decided on a triple-wide

“Where Have All the ‘MMM’s Gone?”
It’s been difficult to keep up with the weekly routine I’ve practiced for the past many years. In a normal week, I would start Sunday in church with a

“Shut the Front Door!”
And shut the silverware drawer. And shut the dish cabinet door. And shut the cooking utensils drawer. And shut the … Is it really that

“A Different Kind of Retirement”
This is not the retirement I envisioned. Not by a long shot. Ever since our first child, Kim, was born exactly – to the day – a year

“The Secret of Life” (5/18/23)
The trash and recycling routinely are taken from the house to their respective bins every week. The household trash and recycling cans from each room are returned to their

“Mother’s Day Cards (What Could Be Simpler?)”
It’s the Thursday before Mother’s Day. I wanted to get my Mother’s Day cards in the mail today so they had at least a slight chance of arriving Saturday

What Kind of Faith Is This?
(or: “The Bailey’s, Won’t You Please Come Home?”) Our neighbors, Rich and Arlene Bailey, are dyed-in-the-wool, Fundamentalist, ultra-right-wing Christians. We first met Arlene shortly after we bought our

Karl, the Acting Critic
OK, I’m no expert on acting. But I have to wonder how the schools from which these “paid professional actors” who appear on ads for life insurance feel. If