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...
Month: October 2017
Pictures of It Didn’t Happen
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 ...
Morning Mood
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...
Would You Rather
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...
Special Snowflakes
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...
Whose Safety is Secured through Obscurity?
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...
Publish, or Die Trying
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...