Maybe I Should Care More
On Thursday, February 16, production came to a grinding halt at the greenhouse because most of my coworkers took a personal day for the nationwide protest, “A Day Without Immigrants.”
On Thursday, February 16, production came to a grinding halt at the greenhouse because most of my coworkers took a personal day for the nationwide protest, “A Day Without Immigrants.”
Étienne Brûlé sat down for his quarterly review in a loincloth and moccasins, chuckling to himself in Algonquin about the foolishness of imperialism.
Spend the next four years, and hopefully not eight, dear God hopefully not eight, fighting for those wild and important places.
Come this new year, let’s not see how low we can go.
The New Year doesn’t really feel any different. Like birthdays after twenty-one.
The road to the Two Hearted River is not an easy one.
It’s a typically bustling city now silent and eerie, “Jingle Bell Rock” echoing forlornly down the avenues.
When is the last time
You knew what you wanted?
I believe that God sees enough glimmers of faith and goodwill in our everyday conduct to keep Him convicted of our worth.
I still see Betelgeuse on camping trips with friends and family, and I still think of it as mine.