Coucoumellisms

Season of the Witch promised to be full of angry, power-hungry, cruel, tyrant Catholic priests and did not disappoint on that account, excepting perhaps one single priest. Its view on the Crusades was the usual simplistic and uninformed crap. For your information, in 712, Arab Muslims invaded Spain (a christian country) from Morocco, and they didn't stop there. When did the Crusades take place? The first (and only successful one) took place in 1095. So just how long did it take Christian countries to get their act together, and stop battling each other long enough to get together to fight a common ennemy? Hmmmm, you do the math. No, the Crusades weren't about power-hungry, hate-filled Christians attacking the peace-loving, minding-their-own-business Muslims, simply because not sharing the same fatih made them enemies of Jesus Christ.  Not only is that extremely simplistic, it is quite simply wrong. These particular muslims; Sarrasins, were neither peace-...

Summer vacation

Coke or Pepsi?  If only choices were so simple. Life or death? What if your choice eliminates my choice?  What if your right eliminates my right? Does a peanut butter loving child have the right to choose to eat a peanut butter sandwich in a classroom shared by a peanut-allergic classmate?  Whose right is more important?  The right to chose what to eat?  Or the right to life and health? Does the right to arms give a person the right to practice shooting in a public park?  Or does the right to life and safety of the general public restrict him to a special shooting range set aside for just that? Does the right to choose how to live your life give you the right to kill your spouse if you no longer wish to be married to him/her?  Does the right to choose to be free and unfettered give you the right to drown your four children in a bathtub?  Does it give you the right to kill the child in your womb?  Why does choice override the mos...

Having something to live for...  but more importantly, having something you'd be willing to die for... (unlike poor John Lennon - I hate to IMAGINE what his own personal Purgatory looks like...)

Sitting around a campfire, eating marshmallows, singing, telling ghost stories, conversing, stargazing... or whatever it is that you do around a campfire...

A rip-roaring, crackling, popping, sizzling, blazing fire in one's hearth...

Conversation...

A good movie...

Road trips And for a mother, sometimes anything can equal a road trip, even if it is just a trip ALONE to the grocery store...

Scoring a GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!