Boy of Sorrows
He was ungainly, a loner, kind, intelligent, and a natural outcast. We cornered him after class but he slipped away. I was a runner. Caught him, tackled him a...
He was ungainly, a loner, kind, intelligent, and a natural outcast. We cornered him after class but he slipped away. I was a runner. Caught him, tackled him a...
Two years ago I wrote a review of this book. I sent it to a couple places, one asked me to shorten it. I didn’t want to. I don’t recall hearing back from ...
Sure, if God was my neighbour I’d be outside mowing the lawn all day, glancing over the fence on every pass and at night tremble under the sheets. How could you...
…says a wizened monkish man looking up from a large open book. (From a New Yorker cartoon.) Today over Christendom is the celebration of Pentecost, that i...