Yesterday I was moving books. In my house, a monumental task. I am in the process of moving into my new office, but as I do not have the proper shelving yet, I was simply grabbing stacks books off the shelves and piling them, planning on going through them later. And then I got to the shelf of religious books (yes, […]
On September 22, 2015, the Independent Press in the UK posted this picture. Brutal, isn’t it? A tiny boy, dead, washed up on shore. A refugee, part of a group of 11 Syrian refugees trying to flee the horror that was their home. This picture was on the front cover of newspapers and magazines, the talk of radio and television […]
I had a dream. I say, had, because this is one of those dreams that came true therefore it can now be referred to in the in past tense. Isn’t it nice when some dreams are so simple as to be able to check them off your list, move them from have to had? So, back to my dream. What was […]
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