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I admit there’s something romantic about wood stoves and typewriters and horse-drawn carriages and other technologies of the past. For about ten minutes. Then, get
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I admit there’s something romantic about wood stoves and typewriters and horse-drawn carriages and other technologies of the past. For about ten minutes. Then, get
You know those times when you do an extra good job on something, even when you understand that no one will appreciate or even notice
A couple weeks ago, fellow Twelver Jeff Munroe confessed his fondness for Downton Abbey, the gorgeous, Brit-made, upstairs-downstairs soap opera that American viewers have swooned
Last week my mother spent a night in the hospital because of atrial fibrillation. Her heart gets out of rhythm, and it needs to be
It’s only January and already I can’t stand another minute of “news coverage” of the presidential race. I have stopped listening to the yammering—from the
I apologize for passing over the many great posts since Theresa’s post on vocation, but I’d like to go back to that topic—which seems to
Books lying around the house are never safe from my readerly omnivory. So naturally I grabbed up the book my husband received from his brother
As usual, these December days are zinging by us at twice the speed of other months. No doubt you’re earnestly surfing the internet for gift
I spent this first week of Advent thinking about idolatry. It started with a This American Life podcast on the Penn State disaster, in which
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