So after several months of trial and error, joy and tears, laughter and rage. I can officially announce that all the effort appears to have been worth it ( Read more... )

I hate death, well not that anyone really "likes" death, but I have a particular aversion to it and all the shit it inevitably brings up. When someone close to me dies, it opens the carefully sealed vault that holds all of my emotions securely in place and dumps them all over the place. Friday I got word that a very close friend of mine had died ( Read more... )

As seen on my dear friend mmmmmtino's live journal, I thought this might be fun so here it goes ( Read more... )

when I was 5 or 6, my parents bought me my first two wheeled bike...pink with those little tassels that hang from the handle bars. I was so excited to ride that thing, i just knew I could do it, and oh the freedom it would offer me. On its maiden voyage without any assistance from my dad, I took off at full speed ready to go forward into the ( Read more... )

So for those of you that don't give a damn about football, i do apologize...well not really...because we beat the HELL outta of Auburn. I got to sit with a bunch of Auburn fans while the slaughter ensued and let me tell you, it was a moment of righteous retribution for the last six years. Just a few more games and then back to the hum drum of ( Read more... )

Ok so it's only great if you like SEC football, beautiful Springs, my mama's cheese grits and no snow ( Read more... )

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I'll be in Boston this weekend, preaching in Arlington. I hope to come up the UUA on Monday and convince anyone that can be swayed to go grab an early lunch with me to catch up. I have to be at the airport for a 2:00 flight.

So, any takers? You can either e-mail me, talk to Diane at 41 or just answer here.

There is something in the air, and I can only imagine it's everywhere. It's a charge, a ripple, a common feeling of discontent. Like walking on pins and needles, looking around each corner...waiting, waiting, waiting. The build up for this election has been a long slow death march. Everyday I think we feel more and more aware of really just what ( Read more... )

Not only do I have a job that I love and feeds my soul in that oh my god break your heart, this is the hardest thing I can do and I go home exhausted every night but knowing that I touched peoples lives kind of way...but it's fall and that means Beyond Catagorical Thinking (BCT) workshops are gearing up which feed my UU soul, allows me to travel ( Read more... )