Rachaelism of the Day: (This is a “that’s my daughter” thing.) Ray’s on her computer. She has her headphones on because her dad put them on her while I was taking a nap. She sees something she wants to show me, stands up, and runs over to my chair, saying “Look!” She pulls the headphones […]
[Sniffs] I’m so proud… Focus on the Family has cut off their banking relationship with Wells Fargo, because of “the bank’s ongoing efforts to advance the radical homosexual agenda.” Further: “We at Focus on the Family respect the worth and dignity of every human being. We are not attacking the gay individual, nor are we
The City Garage. This is the place we go to fix cars. Rick, the owner and mechanic, is a quiet, small, soft-spoken man with prematurely white hair. He’s articulate and good at explaining what’s not working with your car, what is working, and what doesn’t need to be replaced yet. He rarely smiles, never cracks
Christmas. You know, this is the fourth time I’ve started to write this paragraph, and I’m done messing around. I keep trying to say something uplifting, edifying, or at least amusing about the benefits of having a relaxed, laid-back, unworried Christmas, but it isn’t working. We had a hermit’s Christmas, which was A-OK with me.