Today is the third Sunday of Advent. The third candle stands for joy. Tonight I will light that candle with a trembling hand and a broken heart.
I hear talk of “a long, dark winter.” And I hear talk of “light at the end of the tunnel.”
“Well, what about Thanksgiving?” What about it? It’s contrived, isn’t it?
And yet, seventy-three million Americans voted for the president. How could they?
I worried Tuesday night. I worried the next day. I worried all week
Now that you’re leaving I will say, I did admire a few things about you.
My longtime friend is a secular Jew, which makes him, I think, a humanist. He hasn’t renounced his Judaic heritage, but he takes it with a grain of salt.
Paula and I drove to Frederick this past Sunday to have lunch with two friends we hadn’t seen for what […]
The president tested positive for COVID. I gloated. I told myself not to, but I couldn’t stop.
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