Confident Calumny
My own filters are more poppycock-permeable than I’d assumed.
“Come for tea, my people” and Other Mistaken Christmas Lyrics
An invitation to tea with the Lord sounds, well, heavenly.
My Bible
I can’t explain, even to myself, why I’ve taken such pains to keep one previous owner’s “Streaky Bay Parish Announcer” bulletin from December ’65 in its proper page.
A Concert of Clangs and Hisses
This is not a ministry to the lost.
Rattlesnake in the Hallway
I can’t very well store it in my office as usual—five weeks into the semester, I have yet to receive a key.
Lewis Sagacity for the Subastral Sojourner
Eleven months in, we’re still getting bills from the recalcitrant United HealthCare, our ostensible health insurer.
Hallmark and Heaven
Oh no, Hallmark, I think it’s quite likely I already care far too much about the assorted unnecessary objects in that unasked-for packet.
