Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
It took me the better part of two seasons to realize the story of “Mad Men” was the story of the self-destructing Don Draper. Then
Seek and find We all need something. I need a new power cord. They need to read the Psalms. You need to shop shouting at
Buttons are the bane of the Fat Guy’s existence. Buttons leave gaps when the Fat Guy’s fat rolls jiggle around and peek through them. Buttons
Don’t ask me for grace. Not because I don’t want you to have it, for I certainly do. But I can’t give it to you.