I love the zoo. But here’s the thing: you don’t. Or at least, it seems like you
don’t, the way you frogmarch yourself through the zoo, trudging crying children
and
I grew up in a 968 square foot house. I would not call it designed. It seemed
haphazard, a shelter, with newsprint for insulation. Rumors swirled: did the
prior owner share the house
West Texas is long on churches and short on curb appeal. It is mythmaking
territory, a land where legends sprout more readily than trees. The names of its
towns speak the truth about
How much time does it take to write articles that engage mainstream contemporary
culture in order to both praise and refine that culture?
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When I became a father, 19 years ago, I remember helping my wife into the car at
the hospital. Next came my son in his carseat. It was heavy– heavier than the
seven