On Monday mornings, my soul is a dry and creaky thing - like the tin man before the oil can was applied. It is with self-imposed solemnity th...
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Read MoreI hate election years. There's a part of me - a part of me I don't particularly like - that is exhilarated by politics. Debates. Speeches. The pe...
Read MoreOnce, a man asked me what kind of writing I do. “Christian writing.” I replied. “Oh.” He answered with a tinge of disappointment. ...
Read MoreI aggravate a lot of people on a fairly regular basis. Take my young friend, Dylan. Dylan is a computer genius. He can take a twelve-year-old l...
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