Pandemic, war, the loss of loved ones, and the machination that is the great wheel of time; all have caused me to consider and share thoughts on my own crossing from life to death, and it’s a sailing metaphor, of course.
Cheer Up, You Will Be Dead Soon
Nothing can violate my commitment to protecting and securing life through acts of love and compassion. So, if the state chooses to kill me, it is not the end for me; it is only the beginning.
There’s no Retiring When Work is a Calling, and the Calling, a Passion
“Retirement is the filthiest word in the language. Whether by choice or by fate, to retire from what you do – and what you do makes you what you are – is to back up into the grave.” -Hemingway-
My Brother Ron and The Jerk
by James E. Copple In 1960, I was 10 years old ...
The Bologna Wars
By James E Copple It seemed like big trouble ...
Alcohol- Why Not?
By James E. Copple Alcohol has become a “hot to ...
Every Mother Counts
By James E. Copple Every holiday season for ...
A Man Named Oscar
by James E. Copple In February of 1966, my f ...
A Bully Message: A Reflection on How to Stop It!
Bullying dominates many discussions lately. A new movie, numerous public service announcements, and various campaigns to stop the madness have caught my attention.
Justice Achieved with a Fist
It was 1958 and I was 8 years old. The United Sta ...









