We Americans, we love our tasks. But they love each other, in a way that pushes the clock out of the foreground.
Letters from Bharat: Mumbia
In Mumbia one is immediately struck by the contrasts. Either that or the chaotic traffic, with the constant honking of horns and a sense that lanes don't exist as rickshaws, buses, cabs and private cars push into any available space. Or the strange, powerful smells—incense burning at shrines on the sidewalk, smog always on high… Continue reading Letters from Bharat: Mumbia
Letters from Bharat
What I can teach is to withhold judgment, pay more attention, extend grace. And I can be changed.
Jingle bell time is a swell time
Even in its most secular manifestations, Christmas reminds us that there is something more. It is is indeed a Holy Day.
what the herald angels sang
Like most of the old hymns, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” tells us things about God, not about ourselves or our needs.
the daysman 