Last week was a hard one to write about, if my assignment has been to look for joy. There was the attack in London. Yes, there was great caring and bravery in the face of evil. But there was still evil. Then, the health care repeal loomed. The Koch brothers offered to financially reward lawmakers who voted for what the Kochs wanted – and punish those who voted against them. And it’s legal. I know that the…
I’m pretty sure the only way I’m able to keep up this Lenten Joy Search is that I’ve gone off Facebook and rarely read the news. Obviously, neither are long term solutions. Play Ostrich in The Sand long enough, and one day you’ll be brought before a tribunal and asked why you didn’t speak up about X. Come Easter Monday I may share a piece of my mind. But I’m biting my tongue until then. So, joy.…
When I was a boy and would see scary things on the news, my mother would always tell me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” – Fred Rogers. Fasting from Facebook has muted the rage button. One can only hear so much insanity before one numbs out and starts reading Nietzsche. I met Branden Harvey in Nashville last summer. Branden started his Instagram with the express purpose of spreading joy instead of…
Friday night I got to hang out with one of my best friends, Catheryn. We like to get together and craft and talk cats. In other words, things Husbands Don’t Do. Larry has been a prince, giving up nights while we do girlie things in the Craft Clubhouse. (It usually also includes re-watching “Poldark” and drinking tea.) This night, I hung out at Catheryn’s in midtown. We walked a few blocks to Koreatown, shopped at an…
