Three score and 10. I’ve made it this far.
Three score and 10. Today’s the day.
I’ve long had trouble figuring out what Psalm 90:10 means: “Our days...
Grab a cup of coffee. Taxing numbers for breakfast
It has been, and indeed continues to be, an interesting journey delving into taxes. But you may need an extra cup of...
I don’t get the infatuation
I just don’t get it.
Hear me out.
I don’t get the continued infatuation with Donald...
Angelkeep: ‘Tis the season to be jolly
Happy went the gardener when the earthworm arose in the soil to croon its unheard carol. ‘Tis the golden finches, brightening daily...
Starting to get used to a busted March bracket
I didn’t even make it home Thursday night before these adjectives started running through my thoughts.
It’s busted.
Where there’s life, there’s hope. And I have Narcan.
I have something new that I want to keep with me all the time. No, not my car keys. Not my (own)...
Some day, perhaps we will find that elusive balance
We all strive for balance in our lives. Or at least, I think we all do.
If you do...
Angelkeep: ‘Tis Golden Tortoise Beetle b’golly
Folks doon at the pub would have a craic over hearing this story of ye ol’ beetle as a St. Patty’s Day...
A job description? Well, you gotta love it
Last week, my boss, Dave Schultz, asked me to sit down and write out a job description...
The times, and taxes — they are (forever) a’changing
A face with a name. And a voice. It’s always good to have that connection.