Emptying The Backpack

Adventures in Dating After 50

Check, Please! Adventures in Dating After 50 Ask anyone who’s played the “dating game” as an older adult and they will likely be able to offer up some horror stories, especially if they ventured into the world of…

Adventures in Dating After 50 Ask anyone who’s played the “dating game” as an older adult and they will likely be able to offer up some horror stories, especially if they ventured into the world of dating sites (and later dating apps on phones.) Even if they succeeded in finding that special someone, and plenty of folks do, the journey can at times more closely approximate a game of MarioCart than a stroll down EHarmony Lane; the rules change quickly, toads abound and princes and princesses can be tough to locate and even tougher to engage. ...

Check, Please! Adventures in Dating After 50 Ask anyone who’s played the “dating game” as an older adult and they will likely be able to offer up some horror stories, especially if they ventured into the world of…

Bears repeating.
Black Friday is the Main reason we still practice gratitude - oh, the irony….

Rethinking Black Friday (the day after) Thanksgiving and Gratitude Like most of you, over here we have much to be thankful for, even if we don’t have everything we want. Included on our list are good health in spite of old age, plenty to pay the bills (and t…

Always a Fashionista...gotta love the boots. When I was five, I ran away from home. Of course I didn't get far. My world then revolved around a quarter-acre yard in Springfield, Missouri, on a corner lot, two blocks from my elementary school. We lived a short drive away from where I was attending kindergarten at our First Baptist Church and near enough to some train tracks that I knew it was bedtime by the train whistle every night....

The First Time I Ran Away Always a Fashionista…gotta love the boots. When I was five, I ran away from home. Of course I didn’t get far. My world then revolved around a quarter-acre yard in Springfield, Missouri,…

Banner week? Week from hell? Tough to know the difference.

“Good? Bad? Who Knows? There’s an often told Chinese story, “Good or Bad, Who Knows?” about a farmer, his son and his horses. The farmer used an old horse to help plough his fields, but one day, the hor…

There's an often told Chinese story, "Good or Bad, Who Knows?" about a farmer, his son and his horses. The farmer used an old horse to help plough his fields, but one day, the horse escaped and galloped off. When the farmer’s neighbors offered their sympathies to the farmer over the bad news, he simply replied, “Good? or Bad? Who Knows?”...

“Good? Bad? Who Knows? There’s an often told Chinese story, “Good or Bad, Who Knows?” about a farmer, his son and his horses. The farmer used an old horse to help plough his fields, but one day, the hor…

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Sorry not sorry!

So I seldom post about a meal, but this has to be one of the prettiest salads I’ve ever considered eating!

Thanks for all the freedom, flip flops and fun, Jimmy.

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In the previous Post called The Boulder Fields of our Lives, about hiking Longs Peak and working at the YMCA of the Rockies, I ended by explaining that our summer work (and "Hikemaster" Course) were cut short not long after we scaled the 14,000+ foot Longs Peak because of a natural disaster in the canyon below us. A few days after the climb, a year's worth of rain fell in 70 minutes and the Big Thompson River below our camp washed out nearly everything and everyone in its way....

Of Hiking, Floods and Fragmented Memories In the previous Post called The Boulder Fields of our Lives, about hiking Longs Peak and working at the YMCA of the Rockies, I ended by explaining that our summer work (and “Hikemaster”…

Parenting lessons from waaaay back.

Shopping Cart Fiasco – Learning to Listen to Yourself Show Photo of boys  When our two adventurous boys were toddlers, their father, Mick, the bearded, brown-eyed singer I’d fallen in love with a decade before, demanded I stop being constantly wo…

(This is for all of us who try to do too much alone, for those lone wolves who don't need any help. You know who you are because you're always worn out!) My prized first pair of hiking boots. One of my first hikes in the summer of 1976. Forty-plus years ago, as the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college was coming to an end, I embarked on what was to be an epic journey for me....

The Boulder Fields of Our Lives (This is for all of us who try to do too much alone, for those lone wolves who don’t need any help. You know who you are because you’re always worn out!) My prized first pair of hiking …

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Because coming home is just the beginning.... In a previous post, (“You Can Have My Seat on the Mourner’s Bench,”) I introduced James, (not his real name), who struggled mightily with ongoing guilt and grief about his past actions. For years, I didn't have a clue what those might be. I did not know what troubled James, only that he was miserable, but when the Lady Preacher came by, he focussed on how I wasn't preaching or leading worship in a way that would help him feel like he'd "been to church." Apparently, as I explained in that eariler post, he was convinced that IF that Lady Preacher could dish up some good old-fashioned confession, that would fix things for him, at least temporarily....

D-Day Promises, Guilt and Forgiveness Because coming home is just the beginning…. In a previous post, (“You Can Have My Seat on the Mourner’s Bench,”) I introduced James, (not his real name), who struggled mightily with ongoing g…

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The duty to keep the memory alive of the 'true heroes' can become a lifelong, sacred mission lived out daily. Conversations with veterans of war will teach you one thing quickly: for many, the only true “hero” is the one who didn’t come home. Thus, for so many combat veterans who have lost a battle buddy, a friend, even an enemy, in war, the duty to keep the memory of the “true heroes” alive can become a lifelong, sacred mission lived out daily....

When Every Day is Memorial Day The duty to keep the memory alive of the ‘true heroes’ can become a lifelong, sacred mission lived out daily. Conversations with veterans of war will teach you one thing quickly: for ma…

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Wisdom that is.

Rituals are meant to be the beginning of the healing process, not the end of it. Rituals can be powerful for healing, and we need them to help us heal after loss and tragedy. That memorial service we hold when someone dies? It is for the living, not the person who died. Those impromptu memorials after shootings? They help us come together to start the healing....

You Can Have My Seat on the Mourner’s Bench Rituals are meant to be the beginning of the healing process, not the end of it. Rituals can be powerful for healing, and we need them to help us heal after loss and tragedy. That memorial ser…