When God Brought Me to Italy to Perish

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It’s not easy for me to think about the fall of 2007. Actually, “not easy” is a wild understatement in this case. Opening pickle jars is “not easy.” Putting snow boots on a toddler is “not …

How to Handle Broken People (Guest Post)

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The most accurate measure of one's maturity is how well they react to another person’s brokenness. I don't know whose quote this is, but the second I read it a few months ago, I knew …

Best Albums of 2014! (Subjectively)

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Yes, it’s here, the time for all the lists, maybe even a bit past time at this point. The following is my list of some great albums of 2014. They don’t include all of the …

The Ministry of Availability

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I'm not busy. There. I said it. I'm fighting the urge to feel ashamed of my present circumstances. I'm not sure when it happened but you're more likely to hear "busy" than "fine" when you ask someone …

the story, science and my son

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My son spent the morning working on his homework, math and reading for the most part. The essays must have centered around space because he kept popping his head in my office asking about Venus, …

Infiltrating Injustice: Some Thoughts on Filling the Racial Divide with Humanity

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The news has been relentlessly bad everywhere – personal, local, national, global. Sometimes I have to shut it all off. My own broken life is hard enough without hearing about death, disease, disaster, and the …

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