It is growing. It is out of control. The California fire rages. As the title of this post suggests, “trembling and standing at a distance,” is a natural way to react to raging fire. I can’t imagine what it would be like to evacuate my home, fill my car with a few things, and later see my world go up in flames via…
Tag: Culture
‘howmanyofme.com’?
My daughter often uses my laptop, so I am always finding her cyber footsteps on my computer. One led me to an interesting sight: http://www.howmanyofme.com/.
Odyssey
David Holland, in his post yesterday at Blather. Wince. Repeat., discusses a column written by David Brooks in the New York Times, The Odyssey Years. Excellent post. Interesting topic. Brooks’ premise is that there are four stages in life: childhood, adolescence, adulthood, and old age. Shifts in American culture have added two more stages: odyssey and…
Culture vs Content: The Battle for Contentment
Because there is not much to see in Texas, now as far as fall color, I am enjoying this season through memory. Wayne took Julia and me on a tour through New England during peak season of autumn color one year. I recollect it as one of our most memorable vacations.We brought along Peter Marshall’s book, “The Light…
Dark and Sweet
Our first trip to Brazil enthralled my family and me; and since that trip, we have yearned to return. And return we did! In fact, we have made many trips to Brazil over the last decade. The first thing that I have to say about Brazil is that the people are some of the warmest and most…
Clocks in Argentina
International travel is the biggest perk of my work. Wayne and I take three or four major international trips per year. We are very busy with responsibilities mostly, but we do allow ourselves the luxury of a few hours here and there to soak in the culture around us. Buenos Aires, Argentina, is one of our favorite…
No Need for Kleenex
Grab a kleenex, this’ll make you cry–green tears that is. Millionaire, Jim Sesenbrenner, heir to the Kimberly-Clark fortune–or all the kleenex in the known world–just won the lottery. Again!
Oh, Happy Day!
Last night, our 19 year-old daughter woke us up at 3:30 AM to say she had a stomach ache. When she was little, she awakened us occasionally and complained about her stomach. One of us would usually crawl into bed with her, hold her, and pray for her; and we would return to sleep. The next morning she felt fine.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 