The Slim Edge of Hope

In college, we could go to the movies for $3 a ticket, and for Christian college kids, this was really the best entertainment option since drinking was out (for most of us most of the time) and so were cities – our college town had a post office – that was...

When I Forget I Believe In Magic

We were born to laugh, and we know how to be sad; we dislike injustice and cancer, and are not unaware of our terrible errors. — from “Ode to the Unbroken World” by Thomas Lux Dawn is just creeping over the farm here. The sky has turned the indigo I...

My Parents’ TV Rule and My Internet Use

When I was a kid, my brother and I were only allowed to watch two hours of TV a day.  My parents wanted to insure that we did other things – played outside, read books, helped around the house, talked with them. We also were not allowed to turn the TV on until...

Neil Gaiman, Going Offline, and Breathing Space

When I lived in Oberlin, Ohio, I owned a high-backed, wing chair that my mom had upholstered in a blue check for me.  Beside it, I had one of those tray tables that I’m always trying to store so that I can actually get them out when need be.  On that table, I...