In this time of isolation and upheaval, let us take the opportunity to rise in spirit and action, and take care of each other, be they near and far, known or unknown. We liberals are known for our compassion for everyone. Let us make the most of our … read more.
As an early member of the Baby Boomers, I had lots of opportunities to hear my elders speak of the Great Depression and WWII. Many of their stories spoke to the fear and hardship of those years, but also of a special camaraderie of sharing … read more.
Love in the Time of Cholera is replaced by ‘Social Distancing’ in the Time of Coronavirus. A tsunami of cancellations and closures of public events swept the country and the world Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Everything that draws a crowd is canceled. … read more.
We want the website to show our fun selves and our fun activities. And our building and grounds. Visitors love photographs and other graphic art, and it is good for our in-house graphic artists to have lots of image-options conveniently nearby. Please … read more.
I have been thinking about our family’s dogs lately. Don’t know why. ‘Captain’ was a Boston Terrier, given to us by my paternal grandmother in the 1950s. This dog was everything a dog should be, given its genetic inheritance, which included that … read more.
When I was in 5th grade, I began to feel uncomfortable about my religion. Because it was different and I was the only one who was. I didn’t get help with this until 9th grade when the Community Unitarian Church, in Kennewick, Wash. … read more.
I Had an Instructive Accident Wednesday!
It had been snowing for perhaps a half-hour when Worship Team ended its Wednesday night meeting at Krista’s home in St. Charles. There were a couple of inches of fluffy snow on the windshields. It was starting to … read more.
“An Untitled Poem”, by W.B. Yeats. On the surface, the poem is pessimistic, but I find it comforting. Everyone knows disappointment, and we who have lived longer usually know it better.
Long years ago, a young man was popping off to me and my friend about something now long forgotten. The kid was being dogmatic about whatever the subject was, and my friend observed him with patient amusement, and let the fellow go on and … read more.
On this first day of the Martin Luther King holiday weekend, I remember the day the civil rights movement came to where I lived, the Tri-Cities, in the desert part of Washington. To my great surprise, it turned out that one of the three, Kennewick, was … read more.