Adventures of a Southern Buddhist-Catholic

Actual online review (not mine)   It was a warm Friday night in September, a game weekend —Homecoming, no less — and our son's fraternit...

I’m taking my mountain bike for a walk. It is a beautiful day so why not take my bike for a walk? Oh, but you ask, "Aren't you supp...

A loud bang issues from the front porch. For a moment, there is complete quiet and then, the jangle of brass bells — specifically cow bells....

The day my son left for his sophomore year of college I rented a van to help him move. Together we packed up remnants of our shared past: a ...

A lonely, rusting washing machine rests in our cinderblock carport. After feeding it the prescribed amount of overly sweet-smelling detergen...

How do you get lost just a few miles from your home? If there's a way, I'll find it — or lose it, as the case may be. But getting lo...

After living in the South for 58 years, I'm discovering a whole new world in the desert. The dry environment is both unforgiving and bre...