the post calvin

One Year Later

He was the life of the party, always saying some absurd or hilarious things.

American houses have a habit of being walled up. But we are undeterred.

There is a paradox behind the art of interacting with strangers.

These are all women who have stepped up and said, “Lillie, what do you need?”

I’m not much for that old chestnut: that those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it.

Did they hear of Jesus’ ministry later and feel a twinge of familiarity, wondering, “Could that be him?”

Does it do anything but make me small and sad?

If the emotions of the story feel honest and true—even if the specifics of the story are absolutely insane—I’ll be captivated by every moment.

We never had much time to celebrate or bask in the otherness of spirit.

“How does she have enough vacation days for this?”