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Saturday, January 10, 2015

I think if I had to pick my favorite place to go to in order to relax or enjoy the beauty of creation, it would have to be the beach; and more specifically, one very, very far away from the freezing cold we have experienced this past week.

I love the feeling of my toes in the sand and the warmth that emanates from the bottom up as well as from the sky down.

I also love the smell and the sounds of the sea itself.

Since I was a little girl, I always have enjoyed swimming in the ocean, despite the music from the movie "Jaws" looping in my mind.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Conspiracy theories are a dime a dozen, and those that concern wealth and control of the world are especially attractive to us, the masses of the planet.

There is endless speculation, some not necessarily without merit, regarding these conspiracies which include the Bilderberg Group, the Masons, and of course the Rothschilds. What brought this subject to mind was a recent post on that venerable source of reliable truths, Facebook.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

The Great White Hunter lies in wait. Ensconced inside his camouflage pop-up blind, wearing camouflage from head to toe, he attempts to blend in with his environment.

He hears his prey stealthily approaching. He prepares to take it down. It enters within range.

Suddenly the area bursts into light!

The Great White Hunter yells, "Turn out those lights! I'm hunting here!" And then he begins to laugh maniacally like the devil himself.

Here's what really happened ...

The Great White Hunter's wife comes home from work one day. Everything in the house is dark.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Happy New Year everyone. I hope the dawn of 2015 brings hope, peace and joy for a happy healthy new year.

We were explaining to my daughter this week about the family traditions for new year's celebrations before Thursday. My wife, Katie, explained why we eat pork on New Year's Day and seafood on New Year's Eve.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

I'm a sucker for those Family Channel movies, especially the Christmas ones.

I watched "Holiday in Handcuffs," starring Melissa Joan Hart and Mario Lopez. (Isn't he just the cutest thing with those deep dimples?)

Melissa's character, Trudie, makes an observation that really resonated with me. She says, "There may not be such a thing as a perfect job, a perfect life or a perfect family, but there is such a thing as a perfect moment."

I so totally agree.

In a perfect life, I would be thin, rich and living on a beachfront cottage somewhere tropical.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Happy New Year!

I hope you all have enjoyed the holidays as much as I have.

After indulging on all of the good holiday food over the past couple of weeks no doubt many of us will be making some New Year's resolutions to exercise more and eat less in order to lose that extra fluff around our middles.

Others may resolve to spend their time or their money more wisely or to break free from some nasty habit.

I myself shy away from making any sort of resolution each year simply because I am prone to fail in keeping it.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

I just started getting serious about making plans for my funeral.

I have to admit it feels a bit weird to do it, to say the least.

What's even stranger is the good feeling I had when I hung up from talking with the funeral director in my Pennsylvania hometown of Shamokin.

I'm still a long way from completing plans for my final exit because living in one state and planning to be buried in another presents its own set of complications.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

It's a chill evening in December 1978, and I'm sitting quietly in the second row of a Bucks County funeral home. My grandmother, my father's mother and the matriarch of our family, has died.

A formidable woman, barely 5 feet tall, Nanoi held her priorities dear. Chief among them were order and cleanliness, quiet and discipline.

Her home, where we often gathered for Sunday dinners, birthdays and holiday celebrations, was always immaculate. Furniture gleamed, doilies were pristine and starched, the leaves on each carefully tended houseplant shone.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

When the end of the year arrives, it's natural for us to pause and take stock in the previous 12 months.

Well, I did just that, and from what I saw, the end of 2014 can't come soon enough.

For me, the past year has been one of the most difficult times in terms of tragedy and sorrow.

I lost lifelong friends and classmates Tom Shea and Bonnie Schuetrumpf.

We first met at school, where we were thrown together by the alphabet, last names starting with sc, se and sh. But we quickly became close friends.

At times, the Three Musketeers.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Like Martin Luther King, I, too, have a dream.

My dream is about "church." Not just my church. Every church.

I have a dream that church simply won't be a building with a collection of people sitting next to each other for a service.

In my dream, church is a place where there are no strangers. People will want to know each other.

I have a dream that in every church, people will greet each other with more than smiles. Genuine caring will be there along with that smile.