Cheesecakes and IRB Forms
Toward the end of the graduate bible study my wife and I led this past academic year, two things were almost always certain: cheesecakes and IRB forms.
Toward the end of the graduate bible study my wife and I led this past academic year, two things were almost always certain: cheesecakes and IRB forms.
As it turns out, bad habits don’t evaporate just because there’s nobody around to witness them.
This month, I’d like to highlight a few things I’ve enjoyed reading online over the last couple of months, starting of course, with a piece on the perils of reading and writing online.
Sadness drives me toward community in a way joy never has. Sadness bids for honesty, serves as my greatest ally in empathy, checks my anger, and encourages me to look at another side of the story.
I was once told the way that my eyebrows slope down symbolizes wisdom, but it looks like sadness, which might be the same thing.
But regardless of his insistence that I follow his exact instructions or else something might go Terribly Wrong, I’d come too far to go back now.
Here’s today’s morning devotion for the senior class.
When I got home one day and saw him pathetically trying to work, I summoned up the vision of the ideal wife and did what she would do.
This is a theme with guys: if you’re going to be vulnerable, you do it right as you are walking away.
One of our neighbors is a nosy elderly lady named Linda. I love Linda.