Now when I see a flivver rattling by with soap, tin cans and the “just married” epithet, I can’t help […]

a dance called atheist in a foxhole goes something like this: throwing off pre-conception comfort zone personal safety social standards, […]

Pressed for time and energy this particular Sunday, I’ll be bloggerly brief. The new semester has begun at the good […]

             “God, please let me write like a man.” The infamous Dorothy Parker quip might still […]

Having survived sedation dentistry, and sobered up for a few days anticipating the ramping up of the school year, I […]