I wasn’t confused about much when I was 16, really just three things: God,
myself, and other people. The first was the most important—my church, my youth
group, and my Christian
Tonight I am thinking about the endless sticky heat of Chicago summers. The best
part of the day, back then, was the moment it finally relented, and you could
breathe again. Late in
What sort of man kisses a secretary at an office party and expects his wife to
praise him for going no further? What sort of man quits an affair because it’s
too