Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Answering a new friend request, after reading her page, after she typed, “Hello”, How are you doing today?’ I replied,”Hello”. And she replied, “Hello”. and I said, “Phew! I’m glad we got that over with!” and she sent me her … Continue reading →

I surprise myself by how comfortable I can be creaking into the horizontal. I mean, well, vertical is nice ‘n all, but I’ve been there for so long that going from standing to sitting, like into my recliner or my … Continue reading →

Did God need a burning bush to meet Moses on Mount Sinai? Did Jesus need His spit-made-mud to give a blind man sight? Did He need a fish and a loaf to feed the multitude? Could He just have said, … Continue reading →

I’m composing this, sitting in the E-Z Breeze under a North Carolina blue sky. Loblolly Pines, Live Oak and scrub brush grow around the back yard border. The temperature’s cooling a bit, 89 degrees says the thermometer in the shade. … Continue reading →

After Monica got off her knees and climbed out from under his desk, and Hillary heard all about it on the nightly news, Bill served some time on the living room couch, till, after a while, forgiven, maybe, he crawled … Continue reading →

To the long list of “THE MOST IMPORTANT ISSUE IN THIS COMING ELECTION”: including but not limited to: the current White House resident; climate change; covid; race relations; gun control; the economy…. I’d like to add another: 2042. What? Wait! … Continue reading →

My wife and I were invited to a destination wedding… in Flint, Michigan. Yeah, I know.. You laughed, right? Flint, Michigan is a hell of a location for a wedding destination. “Only champaign will be served, no water.” The couple … Continue reading →

[ A pre-script to this letter, if you please: I am reading CASTE, by Isabel Wilkerson, an extraordinarily thoughtful book. Some of the authors ideas connect to a topic currently under discussion in our community: The proposed renaming of Saint … Continue reading →

I have arrived at that old-age enough to fret whether the last time I did – x – will be the last time I do – x -. Not so much, yet, because of that inevitable, final, total, ceasing: “The … Continue reading →

Yeah, Yeah… I’ve heard what that new song sings, that I was an old man but took to wife Mary, the young “Queen of Galilee” Well, that was fifty years ago! Now, I am old. Callused palms, age spotted arms, … Continue reading →