Musings

By Rick Moore “Pigs get fed and hogs get slaughtered.” “You can’t make a quarter horse run a mile.” “Chicken one day and feathers the next.” These are just a few of the sayings my father often quoted. Seldom did my mom communicate in such a way. But there was...

By Rev. Pete Hyde There was nothing out of the ordinary about that evening.  The two young bachelors sat in the living room of their shared apartment. They seemed to have life by the horns - good jobs, freedom to do what they pleased, nice cars, parties, no real cares about...

By Lauren Catanese When the world seemingly comes to a halt. When tragedy strikes and we find ourselves on our knees. When the events and experiences that we find ourselves in, bring with them a feeling that time has stopped; we are blocked, complacent, at a standstill. To think that...

By Rick Moore Years ago, in downtown Mobile, Alabama, the City Council debated whether or not to allow people to continue feeding the squirrels in parks such as Bienville Square. This had been a tradition for old and young alike for over a half a century. But concerns over human...

By Rev. Pete Hyde The night was crystal clear when they crawled into the tent and slipped into sleeping bags for the night. The camp fire had burned down to a mound of glowing red embers. The last of a marshmallow sizzled on a rock next to the fire. Graham crackers and chocolate bar wrappers...

By Kirk McCarley Ivy Jane demonstrated a noticeable limp in her right rear leg. Ivy is our six year old, active, certified rescue hound.  Drawing the short end of the straw with my wife, I was dispatched with Ivy to an appointment with the Vet.  Upon arrival, as is the case...

BY Lauren Catanese The storm is surging around us, you can feel it growing more powerful every day. It feels all consuming and never ending. Feels like it wants to swallow us up. The gravity of the situation is there, but do we have to consent to its reality? Can...

By Rick Moore After months of cool weather, and weeks of feeling cooped inside, many of us start to hear the call of the waves. If you close your eyes, it’s easy to picture the sandy beach calling you ashore. The feeling of the warm sun beaming down on your...

By Rev. Pete Hyde It was just before dusk when we headed out the door for a quick walk to get a little exercise and get out of the house.  I worked in the yard all afternoon, so the walk was not as brisk as it should have been.  Highway...

By Kirk McCarley A while back, before the days of Covid 19 and social distancing, people would gather for the ritual of a great American pastime:  The Super Bowl. In addition this time it was that one day each year when Punxsutawney Phil either did or did not witness his...