The Father has a plan and a time. Neither correlates with your plans or your timing.

...a pleasant memory. I grew up fertilized by rain. Not rain so much, as in a downpour that strips the paint off your car, but as water in the sky, and maybe falling from the sky. In Tacoma, there was always fog or mist or drizzle, and it fell everywhere at the same...

I wrote this down and thought, whew, that’s more than enough for any mere mortal. Isn’t it a holiday? A day for relaxing and remembering? Loafing?

Proponents won’t agree, but it’s the philosophy of the snake handler, and it comes from the New Testament story of Paul visiting Malta.

Genius researcher that I am, I told my wife that I’m going the try the caffeine thing again…

In What Makes Olga Run? author Bruce Grierson jumps headfirst into the life of Olga to understand what makes her special. What he finds is that Olga wasn’t very extraordinary.

We tested at a fertility lab and discovered we were both marginally normal, but rested on the lowest bar of that range.

But here’s a gentle beef. Gentle because it’s a human thing, and I’m a human, too: we seek out stories that argue for our belief.

Wordless Wednesday

Another crumb falls from the table. Hurry and catch it before the dog gets it.