When a Christian gets mad at God, OR When your own words come back to bite your butt

I’ve been through some crap. Cancer. Twice. Married, divorced. Raised a teenager.  Sickness. Pain. Death of Loved ones. Loss of jobs, loss of friends. But nothing prepared me for this monstrosity. Four weeks ago, I was attacked by Vertigo. I spent not one, but two nights in the Emergency Room, vomiting while the room spun. … More When a Christian gets mad at God, OR When your own words come back to bite your butt

Ode to Old School

Sitting with my pen and notebook in the dentist’s waiting room. Everyone stares at their dumb phones. I tell the paper what to say. Their screen tells them what to think.   Related articles Ode to my leather bound friend (keytobeingtwenty.wordpress.com)