In the meantime there is grief. Awkward conversations. Unplanned silences. Unanswered questions.
okra for lunch
We are never more at home than when we enjoy the culinary comforts of our childhood. These memories are rich and rewarding, evoked by tastes and smells more primal than our more educated or experienced palate can ever discover.
conversations with edges on them
A particular theology motives an actual cup of water in Jesus’ name, rather than a metaphorical one.
it’s all Greek to me
The authors seem to ignore a lot of history themselves, specifically of Christ and the church, which explains a lot more about Melville than Mars does.
home for the holidays
No climax, with secrets revealed, no redemption, or even problems resolved. Just sick people home for the holidays.
the daysman 