A few years ago the Governor of California announced that he was going to cut state workers’ wages to the federal minimum. Whoa, Whammy and What?!? My friend, Sandi, was one of those people at the potentially piercing end of this skewer—with not only herself, but a family to help support. Instantly, her co-workers railed against the State of Unfair Affairs--obsessed with protest and fear--yet they had enough wits about them to notice that Sandi didn’t seem to be disturbed.

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I ask you: What’s the difference between “coming home” and “going home?” I’ve been twisting this around in my brain for awhile, the way one braids and re-braids tumbling locks without ever getting it quite right. For more normal people, this is a reason to just brush it out (or off) and go on with real life. But for people like me, it’s a reason to blog. The question in question arose because I realized that when I head to Hawai’i I feel like I am “coming home,” but when I...

If I’ve been on your Social Media radar lately, you know that I just had a week-long reunion with my so-called “childhood friend.” Actually that was a convenient phrase for online usage, though not really the truth. I met Loui when my Dad took a pastorate in Muncie, Indiana with The Church of the Nazarene in 1956. Her name was Louanna then, and she was four years my senior – my brother’s pal. Because our parents were also friends, I spent a fair amount of time in her home over the n...