I guess there is something in the human psyche that views endings as distinctly different from beginnings.    Now that I’ve read what I just wrote, even I want to go ‘Well, duh!”  But hold on to your Victoria’s Secret catalog here a second!  Or as my buddy says, ‘before you get your panties in a bunch,’ give me a little room to work here.  …

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Before we start talking about the dead, let’s begin with a famous one who will provide our introduction.   “I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up.” - Benjamin Franklin Well, not to get too far off track to start with here, but I’m startled by Franklin’s reference to waking…

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I suppose when we were younger, statements like ‘Someday I'm gonna be rich’ or ‘I’m going to travel the world someday’ seemed realistic goals.    But at some point as we work our way through this life, we find that we either really didn’t care all that much about such aspirations, or more likely, we simply conclude that these goals are less and less likely…

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I suppose it seems a bit strange to be wondering what my name is.  I mean, my name is Kermit.    How hard can that be, for Pete’s sake.  Let’s not turn every little thing in life into a big deal.  My name is Kermit.  Not real complicated.  But hold on a second.  I’m not talking strictly here about what people call me, or the name on my birth…

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I am constantly at war with myself as to the assumptions I hold, beliefs I operate from, and propensities I am pulled toward.    I strive to confront my thoughts over and over again as they result in decisions and actions that I suspect are rooted in anonymous assumptions, beliefs, and mental routines.  Part of the problem is that the assumptions and beliefs operating behind any…

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John Greenleaf Whittier in the poem, Maud Muller, wrote:     'For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!"'   Now being a kid from rural Nebraska, I’d never read this poem, though I had heard this particular quote before.    The poem came up in an email exchange I had recently with a friend and somewhere along the line my friend…

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