Funeral For A Friend (The Death of Bill Cosby)
July 8, 2015
This feels a lot like a funeral. I grew up with Bill Cosby. Not with the man, per se but with the man’s work. His stand-up records were the continual
This feels a lot like a funeral. I grew up with Bill Cosby. Not with the man, per se but with the man’s work. His stand-up records were the continual
Today we remember Nana. Nana was a sweet lady. She adored her grandkids, loved hosting big family gatherings on Sunday afternoons, and always looked forward to her Tuesday mornings preparing breakfast for the residents
Freedom is a really nice illusion. The idea of individual autonomy is one fought for every single day in my country, and I suspect in yours as well. It’s the public
We who call ourselves Christians lost a great deal over the past few days, though it’s probably not in the way you might think. 1) We lost the chance to
This feels a lot like a funeral. I grew up with Bill Cosby. Not with the man, per se but with the man’s work. His stand-up records were the continual
Today we remember Nana. Nana was a sweet lady. She adored her grandkids, loved hosting big family gatherings on Sunday afternoons, and always looked forward to her Tuesday mornings preparing breakfast for the residents
Freedom is a really nice illusion. The idea of individual autonomy is one fought for every single day in my country, and I suspect in yours as well. It’s the public
We who call ourselves Christians lost a great deal over the past few days, though it’s probably not in the way you might think. 1) We lost the chance to