On C. S. Lewis: The Screwtape Letters VI (Prickly Pasts & Future Fishes)
A thousand years ago, where were you? A thousand years to come, where would you be? Now, where are you? Answers to these questions generate a fourth question:…
2022, Bye-bye!
Another year takes its final bow. . . On current events I supported France because the team was black enough for me. Mbappé! In my greed, I’m reading…
Autumn Diary: How to be Sad
Happiness is the popular bug, no? Everyone wants to catch it. But even the happiest human would eventually suffer bursts of sadness. So two questions: What is sadness…
Poetry: Each Life Converges to some Center (680) by Emily Dickinson
Each Life Converges to Some Center (Poem 680) By Emily Dickinson Each Life Converges to some Center –– Expressed –– or still –– Exists in every Human Nature…
An Encounter: Who Are You Under the Sheet?
Two days before the recent full moon I stepped out for a walk on wobbly knees. I’d been sick. I suspect it’s been COVID although all my home…