Post Winter Olympic thoughts, or why I’m envious of Virtue and Moir

It's past midnight, my most potent time of the day. Every one in the house is asleep including the dog. I have Van Morrison singing in the background. The man's music is cool and soothing, like camphor. He keeps me company as I read the introduction of The Art Of Personal Essay, a two-inch, two-pound … Continue reading Post Winter Olympic thoughts, or why I’m envious of Virtue and Moir

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I committed murder in the middle of the night

I’m a killer. Figured, it was only a tiny mouse, not yet full grown. But it invaded the cupboard where we keep our plates. The ones we use everyday. It started when I saw a shadow moved in my periphery. I was typing on my laptop in the dining table. I snapped my head up … Continue reading I committed murder in the middle of the night

Widow’s mite and the world’s market place

   "A sad fact which nevertheless needs to be faced is that a deeply committed Christian who wants to write stories or paint pictures or compose music to the glory of God simply may not have been given the talent, the gift, which a non-Christian, or even an atheist have in abundance. God is no … Continue reading Widow’s mite and the world’s market place