“Hope springs eternal in the human breast,” said poet Alexander Pope in An Essay on Man (1732). I say, spring gives eternal hope. I’ve lived in a place once where there was no spring. Where you measured the April snowfall by chin-depths, quickly melting into May’s mud and finally a short summer’s heat. We pretended…

In 2019 I had just devoted this blog to writing after a 18 year history as a forum for post-evangelicals. That “writing” blog didn’t get very far before I became quite ill from Multiple Myeloma and then converted the site (in part) to updates about my battle with cancer, causing that topic to overwhelm the…

America is on the cusp of a new, smaller (I hope) dark ages. The search of classical, universal truth has been replaced by baseless-tribal beliefs. This podcast takes a very quick “drive-by” look of how the West has searched for truth over the past 3,000 years. Listen here.

I said I was done with this. Two things happened. We got a notice that a friend of Denise’s died this weekend from COVID. Sad. Secondly, there were statistics, which I had not found, that I have in hand. Statistics don’t lie, but people do lie about statistics. Among people who really know the most…

Edward, I’m going raise my response to one of last comments here as I’m afraid it will get lost in the comment section. So, you raise the question of the emails between Fauci and Francis Collins in 2020 when they discussed “shutting down” the published statement paper known as the “Great Barrington Declaration.” I will…

Here are some things to think about over the coming months. The computer models that have predicted the COVID patterns very well, show us some ominous predictions for the coming three months. But it doesn’t have to be. First, it is very true that the omicron variant is slightly less powerful than the delta version,…

The last of the pod-casts on this topic is here. I wanted to look again on how “Pro-Life” has become idolatry and how we can really reduce abortions to zero if we wanted.

I’ve found a new favorite writer, William Kent Krueger. This was his debut book in from 1998. I don’t know if I had heard of him before I accidently downloaded his book, Iron Lake from the Washington State Library database. Within the first two paragraphs I knew I was on to something. The way he…

In late 2019, after completing the brutal bone marrow transplant process, living in Seattle for three months, Denise asked, “Can we just pretend you don’t have cancer or a while.” I nodded, although for me it is impossible to do such because I have constant reminders in the way I feel. After being in partial…

I miss my mother, now four years gone, eight since she was lucid. So many things that I miss, her honeysuckle perfume, Aigner purses, and southern banana pudding to die for. But the thing I miss most is the way she loved us. Many people criticized my mother and for a variety of reasons, many…