There are many religions of the world, including Atheism. Out of all of them the one I understand the most is Atheism. I am not so keen on modern Atheism and the brutal massacre of other religions, particularly Christians, but I am an expert at classic Atheism. This is the type of Atheism that… Continue reading Why I Choose Christianity
We live in a thimble. We think of our grandeose physical plane and squished up brain inside of our cranium as the entire universe. In reality, we can’t see beyond the walls of the thimble. Plato’s analogy of the cave is a gigantic description of our limited existence. In our arrogant smallness, we puff… Continue reading Size Matters
It’s the new fad. Minimalism. Led by the facebook cyber capital of the world, I joined their team, but only for two weeks. When I found out I wasn’t a true minimalist because I buy things for other people, I walked away pouting at the realization. I was so proud to be one. The thought… Continue reading Low Maintenance and the Ties that Bind
The moment that gave me perceived immortality started on a gurney. I had discussed my will and testament with a man who had ongoing contempt for me. My will and testament was only verbal because I was in my forties and optimistic. He was the father of my children. This particular father became a… Continue reading And this, too Shall Pass.
Things we hate are a type of surrender. Holidays that rub us the wrong way, weather that distorts our faces, or a person in the family that we’d rather pretend does not exist. We all have our pet peeves. There are inconveniences and there are challenges that threaten our lives. This blog is not… Continue reading Stronghold Embrace
Sometimes we really feel like we have to cross a line. It isn’t a line of suspect or misfit. It isn’t crossing over into the inhumane or criminal activity. In fact, it is in the opposite direction. Human nature is riddled with the pain of seeking justice. When we are so full of anger… Continue reading Step Aside from Yourself
I did the laundry today. When all was complete, I counted my husband’s shirts. He has ten. I don’t know why I counted my husband’s shirts. It came to me, as I was folding them for him, that he never shops for himself. Neither one of us do. We wear hand-me-downs. My daughters give what… Continue reading Of Things and Misconceptions