Rocks, a tent, and a felony (or two)
[continuing from the last post] Two days later, the weather turned shockingly cold. I had set out on a walk with Ziva, thankful for the cool gray sky but […]
[continuing from the last post] Two days later, the weather turned shockingly cold. I had set out on a walk with Ziva, thankful for the cool gray sky but […]
Ballroom dancing must be the western culture’s last bastion of patriarchy. A few months ago Nikki (my wife) and I ticked off our to-do-list by taking up dancing. Like most […]
“Dude, you severed my finger.” Sadly it was true. Anthony and I were moving heavy logs, in preparation for a youth camp—kumbuyah round the camp-fire. “1-2-and … STOP!”—and like that […]