Confession No. 146 — Blessed are the helpers … and pure in heart

It’s been at least 10 years since I first heard the phrase ‘Do not rob someone of a blessing.’ My wife said these words to me when my father gave me $800 to buy a set of tires. ‘But Catherine, I asked for a $400 loan — for two days — so we wouldn’t have […]

Confession No. 145 — Bleach, pork and beans, and an overflow of tears

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Strawberry fields really are forever. And it was here that I cried today over a gallon of bleach, a couple cans of pork and beans — and a slew of wonderful people. Catherine and I were headed to the grocery store to find some food and cleaning supplies when she diverted our trip. ‘A lot […]

Confession No. 143 — The sun shines on Houston

It’s been said that the sun will come up tomorrow, and it did in Houston on this late August day. That bright light truly came much earlier for my family, though I wanted to doubt its presence.  “We’ve never had best friends,” my wife said to me. “Mario and Linda are our best friends, I […]

Confession No. 142 — The human condition is alive and well

Yours truly, with Mario ~ Easter Sunday, 2017

So long as you believe everything you see, read and hear these days, the human race is going to hell in a hand basket. We care nothing about anything. Except maybe ourselves. I held similar beliefs … until a few days ago. My family and I are residents of the greater Houston area. My 19 […]