You mean a unisex world is a little confused? Picture the setting. You are one of perhaps a dozen men standing in a hot room full of two or three hundred hot women in hot yoga outfits contorting themselves in a kind of body poetry that all but the absolutely bloodless would consider at least..
..you let me know everything’s all right There are a few strange mornings where I’ll hear some horribly random, distinctly amelodic pass-code style loop rattling through my consciousness, but this wasn’t one of them. I got lucky, in succession: BJ Thomas’ “Hooked on a Feeling,” and then Handel’s “For Unto Us a Child is Born.” The picture..
A kiss for luck.. So I tried to understand why old pop love songs made me a little blue—actually more than a little blue, why they put me in touch with my mortality as I was driving around town last week. It occurred to me that I wasn’t moved by the celebration of human love,..
The Hinge My six children—age 16 to 27—are no longer fragile. Their eyes are clear, their limbs strong; they parade through the world like young mustangs, their young in tow. It is Thanksgiving and I glory, for some reason, in it being on a Thursday. The world closes down shop, rolls down the steel cage..
Not sure if I’m all blogged out on the Pharisee spirit of the NeverTrump movement, (probably not) but I think it’s important to refute the empty-headed use of scripture. One NeverTrumper used these verses to justify political apathy, or, uh, something: It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man…
