My own personal Jesus

This post reinforced something I have thought about for a long time. 

Many American Christians seem to imagine a Jesus who is open carrying a Glock, wearing an NRA badge on one lapel and an American flag on the other while checking his investment portfolio on his iPhone at the same time. 
I tend to think he’d be at an airport right now raising holy hell and busting people out of detention. Or helping keep refugees safe on ships trying to get somewhere-anywhere-they’d be safe. Or helping in a camp somewhere. 

He wouldn’t be a patriot of a particular nation. He wouldn’t be advocating for building walls anywhere. 

Borders weren’t his thing. It was love.

Obligatory Thanksgiving post

There is so much to be grateful for in life that it’s useless to try to make a list. Thanksgiving Day does require some sort of acknowledgement of gratitude before I get any mashed potatoes, so…

I am incredibly blessed in pretty much every way a person can be. Wonderful life partner and family, loving friends, a great job, a penchant for both laughter and deep thought, health, sarcasm, enough money to have everything I need (and not so much that I can get into trouble), and living in a gorgeous place where I am free to be who I am.

Life isn’t perfect, nothing ever is, but as the late Leonard Cohen said “there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”

Happy Thanksgiving, my loves!

I feel like a really need to throw in something about red shoes, music, boozes, and books. You know, the stuff that pads the sometimes rough edges of life. There will always be bumps, but life has a multitude of compensations for them!

How to have a Cap’n Crunch Brunch

Get some cereal–the sugary kind.

Maybe a little booze.

Some pop tarts.

Bacon, sausage.

Invite some people you love over to eat it with you.

They’ll bring more cereal, pop tarts, pastries and  booze.

They will show up in their jammies, eat cereal, drink coffee, smoked Bloody Mary’s, mimosas and beer all day,  disappear into the garage to do who knows what, watch basketball, make a beer and snack run, get pizza, stay up playing cards with you, spend the night, have breakfast the next morning and even move furniture for you.

There will be exploding bottles of ginger beer complete with glass shrapnel but only very minor bleeding. There will be exploding bottles of 7-Up with no injuries except to the general cleanliness level.

The kitchen will be sticky all over in spite of several rounds of cleaning. The floor will be a disaster area. There will be children setting up obstacle courses in the yard and sleeping on the sofa.

There will be talking, hugging, laughing, more hugging, more talking and more laughing.

It will be loud.

You will be exhausted and happy.

You will not mind the extra mopping the next day, or cleaning ginger beer and 7-Up off every surface of the kitchen.

Then you will know that the secret to having Cap’n Crunch Brunch has very little to do with you and everything to do with the kind of people who are willing to spend the day with you doing nothing but hanging around in PJs eating really bad food.

Just brunch? No way.

It’s another chance to recognize how many really wonderful people you know, and how wonderful life is.