My 8-foot Black Girlfriend

I have a confession to make. I try to be honest here on my blog, so it’s high time I came out with it. This is no secret around the house and my wife has finally made peace with my new love. I have a girlfriend.

She’s 8-foot and she’s beautifully black. Please don’t be upset by that term – I typically use the term African-American because I have no desire to offend anyone. In this case though, my girlfriend has no African heritage, or American for that matter. I’m told she actually hails from Asia. Read More

I Don’t Believe Anymore

I thought there was strength – undeniable, unlimited, abundant strength properly teamed with grace and used with discretion. I always thought there was an omnipotent ability to prevail. I am finding that is wrong. I don’t believe anymore.

It is odd how you come to a crossroads in your life when a long held tenant of faith is swept under in the strong current of present condition. I find it hard to balance what I have seen with what I have always believed. And so, like riptide pulling on the support beams of an ocean home, the very foundation of my faith has been pulled out from under me and I’m adrift in the surf. Read More