The limits of discipline {OR When God's love tastes like ice cream}
I was walking along the seawall, hands pulled up into my sleeves away from the chilly dusk air, arguing with God about a bowl of ice cream. I’d been reading…
I was walking along the seawall, hands pulled up into my sleeves away from the chilly dusk air, arguing with God about a bowl of ice cream. I’d been reading…
I’ve often been asked about my years in Afghanistan and the fallout I’ve lived with since. “Knowing what you know now, would you do it again? Would you make the…
“For what moment today am I most grateful?” and “For what moment today am I least grateful?” Most nights lately I’ve been asking these two questions from the Linn’s marvelous…