Imbolc New (Bridgit) Moon
A couple of things I’ve been intending to write here. First, granddaughter Ruth. At gymnastics she was given a bracelet with a word on it. She removed one cube with a particular 
letter and showed it to her mother. “Look, mommy, I got a bracelet with my name on it.” Sure enough the bracelet read Ruth. It was only later that her mom discovered it had been handed by a Christian woman to this Jewish young girl. The bracelet originally read, Truth.
Another Ruth story. In a store with her mother, Jen, and Tennessee Grandmother, Barb, a clerk complimented Ruth on her color sense. “Oh,” Ruth said, “I’m an artist.”
Something else I enjoy are authentic obituaries, where the usual formula of passing on, entering heaven, being received by Jesus or into God’s arms get replaced with something it’s obvious someone said. A recent favorite from a 50-year old man, “Good-bye and bite me.” Says a lot. Good epitaph material. The classic for me was, “We thank Jesus for this fine Norwegian.” Another one this week, which I don’t remember all together, went, “He liked his Camels, his whiskey, and ?I think it was, his women.” Give me honesty or give me death. Or both.
