Posted in January 2015 …

Wrestling with God (by Len Winneroski)

I was a horrible wrestler in high school. During my first year as a wrestler, I got pinned every single match. I went out for wrestling because I was too little to play football or basketball and I really wanted a varsity letter jacket to impress the girls. Wrestling was hard. I had to lose … Continue reading →

h.o.o.d (by Len Winneroski)

I have been blogging for a few years now. To be honest, there’s been days that I’ve asked myself why I even bother. I mean most of the comments that I get about my writing are from spammers. On an average day, 5-10 people from around the world take the time to read what I … Continue reading →

Do Men Need to Lead? (by Len Winneroski)

Yesterday I was scrolling through my Facebook traffic and saw the following comment from my friend Crissy, “If I ever wrote a Christian book it would be called “The Need to Lead; narcissism exposed.” This comment grabbed my attention. When I went back later to read all of the follow-up comments, I read, “Would it … Continue reading →

Muscle Cars (by Len Winneroski)

I have loved muscle cars ever since I was 16 years old. I think that this love affair began when my uncle Dick came to visit us back in 1982 with his yellow 1970-something Chevy Camaro. My uncle was not perfect but he was a cool dude. During one of his visits he caught me gawking … Continue reading →

Stains (by Len Winneroski)

There are certain words, like the words pus, zit, fart, diarrhea and stain, that I tend to avoid in normal conversation. There is really nothing wrong with these words, they just are not all that… you know… pleasant. We like pleasant words. Pleasant words make us feel safe and in control. Words like pus, zit, … Continue reading →

A New Year (Debrah S. Bernier)

Another year beginning, dear, Without you by my side. I miss the way you walked with me- Without breaking your stride. I miss looking into your loving eyes, While feeling you heartbeat, too. I miss you so very badly, That I don’t know what to do. But even though I miss you, This one thing … Continue reading →