It’s waking up sick and she was there holding my hand.
I am increasingly concerned about what this nation has become — and is becoming.
What do each of us possess that may well be our most important possession? How about our memories?
Rummaging through some old studies I have collected, I found one that deserves a revival.
A Talmudic legend tells us that at a child’s conception, Leila, the angel of the night, brings the fetus before God.
We’ve just experienced our first snow of the year and I hope all of us were grateful for the moisture, puny as it was.
Travel back with me to the late ’30s.
Later this week the Olympic Games begin.
I suspect most of us can recall stories we heard or read back when we were youngsters.
If you are young, you need to know. If you are in your later years, it’s important to remember.
“It was the day before Christmas and all through the House and Senate. . . . “
Let’s take a few minutes, shall we, to spend with our memories.
Remember that old saw, “We are our own worst enemy?”
When confronted with questions and uncertainty about the human condition, and specifically, why an individual would commit such a heinous act against innocent people
“He is, you know, amazing!” In one short sentence I have included the three most frequently used words in most everyone’s vocabulary.
Remember Bertrand Russell’s statement? “It has been said that man is a rational animal.
I love wit! I especially admire it when really hard times are hitting us.
Over the past several weeks, so many families in Texas learned an important lesson about what it means to be citizens, neighbors and members of the human community.
“I hope my retirement years will be happy.” “I believe my retirement years will be fulfilling.” “I am convinced my retirement years will be enjoyable.” Hopes, beliefs and convictions.
There is no question that many of us are old.
To all of you who have written checks and raised money to feed our hungry kids in the four adjoining public school districts, THANK YOU!
Among my favorite books in our library are those written by Dietrich Bonhoeffer. I never tire of re-reading them.
Increasingly I am becoming troubled that far too many folks don’t know the difference between heroes and idols.
He swaggered out of the Palace Bar, obviously pleased with himself.
For many years and for many reasons I have appreciated solitude.
This is a column about perfectionists and imperfectionists.
During the past few months I have shared with you some important lessons I have learned during my lifetime.
Our children are watching … ... as we model the obligations of citizenship
A few weeks ago we celebrated Mother’s Day. It was on my calendar! But for the life of me, I can’t find Father’s Day on the calendar.
Here is the third, and final, column of significant lessons that have impacted my life.
As promised, here is the second column of significant lessons that have impacted my life.
I’ll soon be entering my 87th year on this magnificent rolling ball of a planet.
I believe my car’s turn signal only has so many clicks in it.
It’s waking up sick and she’s there holding my hand.
June is around the corner, a month when a great many weddings are scheduled.
When I was a kid, one of my heroes was Tom Sawyer. There were days when I thought about becoming Huck Finn, but I wasn’t cut out for the role.
It was my first year in graduate school. And my first class. The teacher introduced himself and I took an immediate dislike of him.
Travel back with me to January 1942.
I love spring; always have. Especially when I was a kid, growing up in Kansas City.
Increasingl, I am developing and reaffirming an insight which is abhorrent to me.
Ah, the wonderful world of children! And how much we can learn from them.
I’ve been lucky during my life to work with and know a number of high performers.
Here is a series of random and, hopefully, relevant thoughts about issues that have recently caught my attention.
During the past several years I have spent considerable time thinking about immigrants.
First a personal note: On behalf of my family, I want to express my deepest appreciation to the many of you who wrote personal notes following the death of My Beloved, sent checks to support the Betsy and Ron Barnes Youth Scholarship and/or attended the Celebration of Life gathering on Saturday morning, Feb. 4.
Tomorrow we celebrate the birthday of Martin Luther King Jr.
Remember when you first laid eyes on the person who became your husband or wife?
Let’s listen for a moment to Lao Tzu who wrote these words 600 years before the birth of Christ:
As we awaken this day from our warm beds And eat our hurried breakfasts Before sitting by the Christmas tree To give gifts to each other, Let’s take a moment to reflect
I think it’s time for you and me to lighten up, so I decided to turn my limited attention span to humor.