This past weekend I did quite a few notable things: I went without misplacing anything. I drove using a GPS and didn’t miss a single turn. I carried several thoughts
“That’s the thing with all you Liberals…” Now there’s an ignorant, wasteful sentence starter if there ever was one; a lazy, dismissive, broadly painted insult disguised as objective insight, designed to malign
Fear can make you freeze. Worse than that, it can make you silent. The first time I questioned my theology (I mean really questioned it), I was flat-out terrified. Not terrified of God, per
Poor Don Quixote. He wasted his life turning windmills into giants. His wounded mind so desperately wanted a war, that it twisted reality to manufacture one; giving him a much-needed enemy to prove himself heroic. Quixote measured
This past weekend I did quite a few notable things: I went without misplacing anything. I drove using a GPS and didn’t miss a single turn. I carried several thoughts
“That’s the thing with all you Liberals…” Now there’s an ignorant, wasteful sentence starter if there ever was one; a lazy, dismissive, broadly painted insult disguised as objective insight, designed to malign
Fear can make you freeze. Worse than that, it can make you silent. The first time I questioned my theology (I mean really questioned it), I was flat-out terrified. Not terrified of God, per
Poor Don Quixote. He wasted his life turning windmills into giants. His wounded mind so desperately wanted a war, that it twisted reality to manufacture one; giving him a much-needed enemy to prove himself heroic. Quixote measured