The More I Get to Know Me, the Less I Think of Me

By Poor William and Pontificus Minimus, together, in harmony It’s been a reflective couple of weeks for the lads; much has transpired, much has been learned. When exactly did they think they got so smart anyway? They ain’t! What follows is written in the first-person singular. The lads were strangely of one accord, and they […]

Asking For and Giving Forgiveness Matters

Pontificus Minimus Opines “Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” — Mark Twain. Ole Pontificus can be a tad bit testy at times, particularly when hungry, out of money, or just plain antsy due to being his dysfunctional self. Last week, he was edgier than necessary with […]