Fair words...plain talk....

No, I'm not an angry person—I'm just a good and loving person who is really pissed off at the lack of goodness and love I see in the place I call home. I'm an otherwise joyful human being who's finding it difficult to fathom how hard some people work to damage other human beings, and this has tempered my joy greatly. No, I'm not hateful—I just despise bigots, racists, religious hypocrites, and powerful people who prey on vulnerable human beings. If I seem angry to you, you may be one of those people—or you may be one of the people silent right now.Either way, that's a you problem. You can call me angry if it helps you feel better about your discomfort over my outspokenness, or if it keeps you from dealing with your apathy. I'm actually really good. John Pavlovitz July 2019

An old blog from myspace...getting ready to leave that behind, but I like this story about the kids in long, long ago old Austin...  Sunday, July 29, 2007  cloudy day  ..I'm not much of a drinker any more...a couple of beers...a little bourbon occasionally...and I knew today when I went out, it was not a day for me to drink...but there I went, si tting at Freddies under those oaks...and a beer was the way to go.. Freddies is a cafe with a large outdoor area and stage...and about 35 years ago, there was an old farm house on that piece of property instead. Probably the original old house from a farm started long, long ago...and my friends the Admiral and Miss Becky lived there...in the house with those oaks all around it...raising a goat or 6...I lived with my daughter down around the corner on Gibson St...yet another restaurant occupies that spot...and at the Admiral's on any given day, you'd find people...under those oaks...cold beer, sweet smoke, pink cheeked children, str

I have my mother's hands....that's not a bad thing in itself, her hands were so gentle, so cool, so calming when she touched us....the hands of a mom, a nurse, a loving human being....but as she aged and as I have aged, the arthritis has made them its own. We have other similarities, especially as I age...because of course, I remember her best in her aging years....my skin, and how frail it is becoming, my cardiac issues that she had as well, although without near the medical expertise that I have available to me today....and being estranged from a child, or in her case, two...how that must have broken her heart, so glad she had my younger brother and his kids as well as my daughter and me to know she was loved and needed. She adored her grandkids, even the one she wasn't allowed to know very well. I have a photo of her when he came to visit one time with his father, she is just beaming! Niece Holly was young and curious about this cousin, and my nephew looked a lit