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Last week during a round of decluttering I took the lid off a large box. It had sat unopened for nearly 40 years.
Last week during a round of decluttering I took the lid off a large box. It had sat unopened for nearly 40 years.
Last week I asked: Are liberals stupid? None of my readers thought so—at least not liberals in general. But several thought particular liberals could be—namely me.
I turned 75 this past Tuesday. But I almost didn’t.
I miss Senator Byrd.
The responses to last Sunday’s post (Gifts from Our Fathers) were not as many as those to my Mother’s Day post (Mama Said). Forty-two for moms; 24 for dads, which was more than I expected actually. Here’s a sampler.
My father gave me a gift he didn’t mean to.
I envy my evangelical friends. They face death with an unshakable confidence.
Mass killings won’t end in the United States anytime soon, if ever. I’m afraid we’ll just have to accept them as a fact of life and get used to them.
A fetus is human from conception. Personhood is another matter. Enslaved Blacks were considered “human” but not “persons” according to 18th-century law.
The mere prospect of being a mother terrifies some women, for many reasons. But things happen.
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.
The moon eclipsed the sun on Monday. I'll get to that. But first let's take my puppy for a walk.
I lean Quaker, but I’m not comfortable with absolute pacifism.
Today is Easter. I’ll get to that. But first an apology.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
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