Bullies are cowards. This story is true, and stories like it occur every day.
In a town far away, in a town anywhere, out on a rural road. Two high school football players drove a pickup toward the end of a rural road. These football players had power. Town talk...
54 Comments | Posted April 8, 2012 | 9:23 AM
My local paper sent a notice around to all the local clergy asking the question: "What relevance does Easter have in the world today?" What world? In the Buddhist, Jewish, Jain, Zoroastrian, Shinto, Zen, Islamic, Sikh, Wiccan, Atheist and Secularist worlds, Easter has as much relevance, I think, as the...
11 Comments | Posted March 24, 2012 | 9:04 PM
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"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes." (Walt Whitman)
I'm the fourth definition of a fool used...
34 Comments | Posted March 21, 2012 | 2:42 PM
It's likely that I just pissed off at least two groups -- Christian pastors who preach that yoga is a practice that comes from Satan, and Hindus who think that yoga needs to be practiced only within the confines of Hinduism.
It is true that I do not practice...
19 Comments | Posted March 7, 2012 | 2:17 PM
Apparently, God is a numbers guy. It's evident, according to some, that over these past few days there just weren't enough people praying desperately for their lives with anywhere near enough sincerity in the states of Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, South Carolina, Ohio, Indiana and Illinois, to satisfy...
53 Comments | Posted February 25, 2012 | 6:07 PM
As the preacher-man got up to leave, the widow put her hand on his arm, saying, "Don't go, I got one more thing." The kitchen quieted. Her boy said, "Ma, don't tell him." The preacher-man said, "Don't tell me what?" Ma whispered, "Last night, 'bout midnight, I heard a noise...
0 Comments | Posted February 14, 2012 | 10:30 AM
When the minister met her, she was old enough to be his grandmother and she was in a hospital bed recovering from agonizing surgery. The first words she said were, "My son died in Vietnam." It had been 20 years, and she spoke from pain deeper far than her physical...
0 Comments | Posted February 7, 2012 | 3:50 PM
Yoga is hot. It wasn't always hot. There was a time when it was weird. "What the hell are you doing in here?" asked the librarian who had found me in the depths of the archives of the university library, where I had been alone for the last hour, practicing...

0 Comments | Posted April 23, 2012 | 2:33 PM