The Happy Narcissist

– Lucy & Frank Schaeffer To paraphrase a man who gave up his own life rather than take back his testimony that he saw the real Jesus Christ ALIVE after He’d been tortured to death and buried in a tomb, “IF Jesus Christ is not raised from the dead . . . then I’ll be…

In the summer of 1977, I was twenty years old, and I had already been busted for the baggy of marijuana that the cops found in my sock under the pant leg of my bell bottom jeans the second time that they illegally searched me. I had already dropped out of college too, the one…

Forty two years after I traded my dead end plan for one much better . . . so much better than any I could have ever dreamed . . . my beautiful bride and I had our picture taken and then this portrait painted from that snapshot of the time we drove up California Highway…

Ask Karen about her sparking PJs last night. I  couldn’t fall asleep because of my many and varied emotions having just seen a hauntingly beautiful and likely last of a physically frail and bent over Bruce Cockburn in concert, as well from feeling the fear of my own oncoming mortality. I had just slightly slipped…

Did I ever tell you about the first time that Karen and I held hands? We weren’t yet “dating,” we were just good friends, and we went to see a re-release of the movie, “The Sound of Music,” at a grand old movie theatre that isn’t there anymore in Phoenix, Arizona.  Anyway, I held Karen’s hand…