God bless the child that’s got his own

God bless the child that’s got his own

In the glow of our own (adjective) Easter celebrations, I’m pondering what I own (verb) and what’s my own (pronoun). My own in the first half of life Them that’s got shall getThem that’s not shall loseSo the Bible said and it still is newsMama may have, Papa may...
So, I can clearly not choose the wine…

So, I can clearly not choose the wine…

We would clearly not choose the snow that dusted the trees and shrubs here at Vanaprastha yesterday. That got me thinking about what we can and cannot choose. And the famous “choose” scene in the Princess Bride, about which I’ve written previously. Westley, disguised...