Knicklehead

When I was nineteen I lived in Puerto Rico as a missionary I think it must have been either November or December of 1992. We had super strict rules as to how we dressed, what we could do and not do and what our hair should look like. One rule no shaved heads, but...

A Bold Risk

What have you risked today? Surely not an episode on Amazon Prime, or the chair that your butt rests. Have you stopped that busy mindless task that consumes and hurls you towards that everlasting plateau that damns. Is it a risk to write, paint, sing, compose, or...