The art and the agony of anticipation
My manager’s kindergarten-aged daughter is a brave little one: she willingly holds her arm out for the needle…
Lavish Friday
Unconditional, eternal, lavish I was reading about how God loves us unconditionally, eternally and lavishly. Unconditional, I get…
Dry and cold in La Paz
Seca y fría. Dry and cold. No, I’m not describing La Paz (though I could be). I’m describing…