The Darker Half of the Year
I don’t believe in ghosts or demons from the deep. Then again, I don’t not believe in them either. There’s insufficient evidence for canals on...
I don’t believe in ghosts or demons from the deep. Then again, I don’t not believe in them either. There’s insufficient evidence for canals on...
Twitter and smartphones have changed the art of citation on the Internet. It’s not enough to quote something and to link. A picture must also be included ...
The camera can not capture what I see. Pouring rain outside, slow and steady and constant. Leaves surfing the light breeze. The slower drip of water from the br...
I say this every time because it’s true: the pain I can deal with. It’s the vision loss that bothers me. There’s a question — I think of...
Number Two Daughter asked if I was writing a book. No, just my journal, I replied. It looks like a book, though: it’s bound nicely and is filling. I suppo...
The rules of the game determine how it is played. And if few but the players know the rules, the spectators can be confused. They might believe in an ideal vers...
My father is a Presbyterian minister, and has been for fifty years. Sometimes I hear rumors that he’s retired, but it’s a working retirement. His la...