Another First World Problem

In the spirit of poking a bit of fun about the inconveniences of modern life, I post my second installment of my latest First World Problem. The previous one can be found here. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to give away a TV that was connected to the satellite service and served only as a recording device–no one ever watched it. Little did I realize that, by disconnecting it and not replacing it, I would mess up the way the remote control worked on the other TV set. After a TV-less week (gasp!), I finally called the service … Continue reading Another First World Problem

The Dialogue: Rational Brain vs Primitive Brain

Dear Readers, Thanks for all the prayers and offer of help as I go into this health journey. Below is a peek into the recesses of my brain. Keep in mind that the Rational Brain (RB) is fully aware of the grace and love of God. The Primitive Brain (PB) still awaits full redemption! RB, “Isn’t modern medicine wonderful? I’m in the hands of caring, skilled medical personnel who will competently walk me through this.” PB, “Run! Fast!” RB, “It was silly to avoid this for so long. What was I thinking?” PB, “They are going to take a knife … Continue reading The Dialogue: Rational Brain vs Primitive Brain

Christmas Indulgence

I receive most days a clean “funny” from Mikey’s Funnies: Yesterday’s was just too good not to pass on.  Let me just say that, although I am an advocate for sound nutritional practices and good self-care, I also think celebration is quite a good thing.  Let’s dispense with taking the joy out of parties by too much self-control. Yes, even that discipline can cross over into unhealth. The author of this post has given permission to pass this on. HOLIDAY HINTS TO CHUCK OUT By Saralee Perel Must we be barraged every holiday season by those annually-irritating experts who suggest we … Continue reading Christmas Indulgence

Infectious Laughter

A few weeks ago, I was in Montreal, Canada, enjoying a few days with my oldest son, his wife, and their 16 month old son, Joshua. The four of us drove one day to Quebec City and were exploring the Old Town, the fort and city that had been built hundreds of years ago on the Saint Lawrence River. Joshua was just learning to walk, and I was shepherding him around the tourist-packed cobbled streets while his parents were in one of the shops. As is typical of children that age, he had decided he no longer wanted to hold … Continue reading Infectious Laughter