DIFFERENT DAY, SAME GOD
One of my favorite places to get dessert is CRUMBL Cookies. It’s a cookie chain that serves giant fresh baked cookies in a brilliantly…
MEMOIRS OF A SANDWICH
I am a sandwich. Well, metaphorically … I guess I could more accurately say that I am a member of the “sandwich generation,” a…
MAKING SENSE OF THE CHAOS: ARE WE LIVING IN POSTNORMAL TIMES?
An era in which old orthodoxies are dying, new ones are emerging, and very few things seem to make sense. – Ziauddin Sardar There…
IT’S A MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD WORLD
Raising a toddler is an exercise in madness. It’s like going to war every day with a clinically insane enemy, losing to said enemy,…
IN THE GRIP OF MODERNITY: THE VALUE OF HISTORY
Historian in-coming, as they say on social media reels: There never was a normal. That’s not what we want to hear, because we want…
THE ACCIDENTAL ADVENTIST
“The world and everyone in it is passing strange, except for me and thee—and even thou art a little strange.” That was my grandfather,…
MY MOTHER’S ANXIOUS REFRAIN
“I don’t know what the world is coming to.” These are the words I sometimes heard from my mother when I was growing up…
THE TEMPORARY NATURE OF NORMAL
“This changes everything.” Some forms of those words have been uttered countless times by people since creation when confronted with some mind-blowing development that…
NOTHING IS LIKE IT WAS
I am now of an age that when I tell stories of my early years to younger parents, they look at me with a…
