I’ve been racking my brains for the perfect response to accusations of perfectionism only to land at a conundrum: a confession of false modesty is
Social media is a dream come true– Finally, I can keep up appearances while letting myself go
Natural disaster was always an act of God With climate change we’ve made it our own
All dressed down with nowhere to go
Some people have baggage; I come with furniture Fortunately, my wife enjoys rearranging
Decisions my wife doesn’t make are settled by stare decisis
Social media– the bureaucracy of the people– is an eternal now where you always have just enough time
I’ve never been one who just takes… I’ve only been able to see if I s… Now I’m middle-aged, the whole wo… My rose-colored glasses have fast… Turned into reading glasses throug…
The sign used to say: Gentlemen may remove their hats All others must Now it reads: Ladies and gentlemen may wear thei…
God broke in half-way through my prayer and said You’re on mute
If you’ve been put in an impossibl… Consider the possibility that you Have been asked to do the impossib… And that a good leader Would never ask you to do
I want to believe in God I believe in UFOs I don’t believe in recycling I don’t want to believe in what th…
I can never remember street names navigating strictly by landmarks taking left turns just past abandoned doughnut shops impugning me to keep my marriage
I couldn’t believe that my first e… was still carrying a torch for me and then I saw all my other ex’s b… carrying a pitch fork
If life is the in-breath and death the out-breath we presume that by ridding ourselves of death we’ll live an infinite in-breath