Through a Mirror Darkly
God, I'm sick of seeing through a mirror darkly.
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God, I'm sick of seeing through a mirror darkly.
Vacation – a time when we’re supposed to remove ourselves from our daily responsibilities and live it up, let our hair down (well for some of you), relax,...
Fifteen years ago today, on what would have been my dad’s 56th birthday (Happy Birthday, dad, I miss you), under a window-rattling thunder clap, the most ...
On Thursday night, the board began it’s meeting by honoring the coaches and players of the Huntsville High Baseball team for their state championship. It ...
Yesterday a reader wrote to ask, “How can we work to save all these wonderful schools?” This was a fantastic question, and it reminded me that I had...
For starters, keep in mind that whatever I post tonight is going to be inadequate; frankly nearly every question asked over the past two weeks has gone unanswer...
Once when the girl was still not quite three and the boy was happiest in his car seat carrier, we were traveling from Georgia and stopped at McDonald’s. C...
I’m not a numbers guy. In fact, as dangerous as this is to mention in an engineering town, I hate math. Hate it. That’s why most of my postings avoi...