Recollective readers may have caught my allusion to my first post in the title of my previous article about this local house church. It is time to see what has become of those expectations, even if this story is not over yet. I did not go to this house church much in December because of repeated cancellations for various causes. Read More

“‘You and your sister have the worst-looking shoes I’ve ever seen,’ Jeff said.” One of the things that has changed in my family over the years is that this observation is no longer so overwhelmingly applicable to us. But part of my memory of my family is trapped in how things used to be, when you would be lucky to Read More

I bought a shredder. A Staples-brand shredder, by the way, and it died after a few uses. I swapped it for a different model, which has been in (very infrequent) operation for several months, and doesn’t spit out the paper it chews up very well, so you must frequenty pull the debris from the bottom of the shredder to keep Read More

I’m bad at poetry. I bought Lissa Schneckenburger’s CD of the same name and began playing it frequently. One of the songs, “The Irish Girl,” has the chorus Let the wind blow high and low my boys let the seas run mountains high It is the seamen’s duty the helm to stand by After a month or two–maybe three–I realized Read More