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“Grown adult men — strangers — should not be alone in a bathroom with little girls.” — Ted Cruz bashing Trump for saying people should be allowed to use whatever bathroom they choose. In case you haven’t heard, they’re arguing over North Carolina’s “bathroom law” requiring people to use bathrooms corresponding to their biological sex. One problem […]
What you order at a restaurant can say a lot about you. Pete always orders something new. For him eating, like life, is an adventure with new experiences to savor and discover. He doesn’t worry about being disappointed (and strangely, with the exception of raw sea urchin gonads, he very rarely is — the novelty […]
Minimalism is in my bones. I’m drawn to stark desert landscapes and uncluttered spaces. I subscribe to Small Notebook where Rachel has great tips on living simply, and I just discovered the Minimalist Mom. Everything I read about simplifying and downsizing resonates with me. I don’t know if it’s the economy or the precarious state […]
It’s not that I don’t try to pin him down. Last thing I asked Pete before we went to bed: “So, are we still going to the beach tomorrow?” “No, I don’t think so.” First thing Pete said when I woke up the next morning: “I was thinking I’d like to take my wife to […]
I’m sitting next to him on the sofa, but he might as well be miles away. We’re discussing an issue, and the conversation has reached an impasse. Where do we go from here? It’s not really a good time to talk. Life is pressing. He has an appointment. I have things to do. We can […]
The woman he loved had her arm outstretched. She was offering him the fruit, the juice still dripping down her chin. The man watched himself take a bite.
The killing had been quick and easy. Too easy. Abel had suspected nothing and offered no resistance. In a moment the light had gone out of his brother’s eyes, “like one of his sacrificial lambs,” Cain thought, but immediately he dismissed it from his mind. He had just finished washing his hands. The dirt from […]
The woman had never paid much attention to the serpent, not that she could recall. He had stayed on the periphery, his voice interjecting occasionally, but always under the radar.
Cain loved the smell of the earth. His father and mother said it was cursed. “Farming was a lot easier back in the day,” his father would say, with that faraway look in his eyes. He said God had given them the job of working the earth, and Cain enjoyed the challenge of coaxing life […]
Musing on Genesis 2 On Day 6, God gets his hands dirty. He forms a man out of the dust, gets his face in there and breathes his very own breath into the man’s nostrils. God and man face to face, up close and personal. The earth needs a man to cultivate it, and God […]
Musing on Genesis 2 How could evil exist in Paradise? Apparently the issue was not the existence of evil, but familiarity — touching, seeing, experiencing it. The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil gave man the opportunity to know good and evil. Prior to that, man knew only good, but in the absence […]