I just finished my annual re-reading of Animal Farm, and it takes some remarkable self-restraint on my part to not further allegorize Orwell’s classic into something like “Animal Pharm.” Although it does almost seem like the novella functions as a…
There is a ravine down the street from our house next to a community playground. And this versatile basin serves as a reservoir for stagnant water, a breeding ground for mosquitoes, and a hub for decomposing plums at various times…
“Children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people…
“Progress has never been a bargain. You have to pay for it. Sometimes I think there’s a man who sits behind a counter and says, ‘All right, you can have a telephone, but you lose privacy and the charm of…
My wife had a SCINTILLATING playlist from the early 2000s on the other day…so if this was your era, enjoy this melodious trek down Memory Lane…and if not, I’m sure I’ll write something else that’s more your “flavor” soon Don’t…
I ran into one of my former patients at the gym, and he caught me in the middle of some full-depth front squats. “Man, I haven’t been able to squat that low for a couple years, ” he lamented. “Why…
Dramatically sulking with a forlorn frown etched on her forehead, my daughter mournfully sighed. “I miss Mom.” This lament would have made sense when Mom was in Las Vegas at a Backstreet Boys concert…and it even would’ve been appropriate if…
Church is generally expected to be a place of encouragement, but it can sometimes also be a site of some unusual and hilarious interactions. For instance, a lady walked up and asked, “Are you Josh?” Apparently she had heard about…
On a recent day off from school, the plan was to have my daughter spend some time with Grandma while my Dad and I took care of a few things. And as we were pulling up to my parents’ house,…
Millions of people worldwide have cried their way through Tuesdays with Morrie. This touching book chronicles the author’s visits with a former professor dying of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS). ALS is a terrible neurodegenerative disease, and I witnessed its devastating…
