Guest post by Max I’ve lived a pretty good life since my human family took me in as a puppy. My humans pet me, brush me, and feed me dog food. If I can work the sympathy look well enough, they even give me their food. They take me for walks and to the Great …
Walking Softly
I was grumpy. The seeming cruelty of February was in full force. Temperatures have mostly been 25 degrees below average in the coldest trough of winter. When it has warmed up to balmy temperatures above zero, we seem to have been blessed with freezing rain followed by snow. Walking anywhere out side is an icy …
The Least
New International Version "The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.' Matthew 25:40 The parable of the sheep and the goats might be the scariest parable Jesus uttered. If one reads nothing else in …
Walking Flawed
I'm still flawed and I'm still here. And I like to walk. In fact, I cherish walking for a whole lot of reasons, mostly just because I can still enjoy bipedal ambularity. I don't take walking lightly. I was paralyzed on the right side of my body fifteen years ago, with very little expectation that …
reflections of a flawed man 