Sunday Changed Everything
The story of the human race began in a garden with a man called Adam. The story of the one who would be called the second Adam would end in a garden.
Published April 11th, 2014
The story of the human race began in a garden with a man called Adam. The story of the one who would be called the second Adam would end in a garden.
Published April 11th, 2014
When I think of being rich and having riches, I think of two men…
Published February 28th, 2014
When Nancy and I were dating, I read her a poem by Shakespeare about two lovers: They so loved that love in twain, Had the essence but of one. Two distincts, division none; Number there in love was slain. When I finished reading it, I was in tears, but Nancy had a kind of glazed look in her eyes.
Published December 20th, 2013
Her name was Pandy. She had lost a good deal of her hair, one of her arms was missing, and, generally speaking, she’d had the stuffing knocked out of her….
Published December 6th, 2013
