My new job as Weed Inspector and the oldest profession
When our eonian parents were flung from that divine garden, the first thing they did was scrabble about in the dirt for things to eat. They soon found that not ...
When our eonian parents were flung from that divine garden, the first thing they did was scrabble about in the dirt for things to eat. They soon found that not ...
From a window where I sit with a coffee and Marilynne Robinson’s “Absence of Mind,” I see a red-tailed hawk making those wide circles that red-tailed hawks make...
People retire all the time—today is my time. I’ve been asked what it feels like: I say, it’s like a blind curve on a dirt road, and you’re in ...
I would like to say how, and in what way, this day matters. Why Easter still matters. How the story matters. I would like to explain how Easter may be a comfort...