You are alive! This is it. Your life. My life. His. Hers. Theirs. Intertwined. We are living it out in REAL time. But what’s that? Really! Take a deep breath. Sheer wonder.
Indeed, HELL has finally frozen over. Oops! Pay-up time! My mama was right.
God does something crazy by allowing forty weeks to prepare for a child.
“Have you ever told a lie ’till it became your truth?” – “What would be the point?” – “Do you feel me?”
What is this thing that engenders such rage and as much joy as jealousy in queens and clowns?
Victory is soft, like a rose. Enjoy it today – it’s beauty, it’s aroma, it’s touch. Tomorrow this rose will be rough. Soon it will crumble to dust.
I was reflecting upon the sacrifice of relatives, friends and unknown heroes whose lives are the joint guarantors of my liberty, and I was contemplating a suitable tribute for The Journey, when I ran into James Tate, my guest on a previous show. “Did you see my note?” he greeted, with such enormous excitement and anxiety, I hesitated to admit I hadn’t.
Taking a meaningful stance against bullying, James Tate joins me on the journey, where we meet fascinating people with novel solutions to life’s tricky problems. He has awakened me to a few realties often taken for granted.
Trust me. I did not have sexual relations with that woman; there was no time. We were enjoying the hill country – Lake Travis. And if she was there, I’m definitely in a parallel universe searching for the key.
“Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.” Coach, parents and juniors on a trip the USTA Major Zone in Wichita Falls. Crew Commander Judah Epstein escorts the team through Mars Mission research prompting a recollection of Samuel Coleridge famous poem.