Starting the Trip: The Matter with Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions, and the Unmaking of the World At $150, I'm trusting the trip will be worth it.
A GKC Christmas Poem A Christmas Carol by G.K. Chesterton The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast, His hair was like a star. (O stern and cunning
The Flu Ravages Your Soul and Strips You Bare. Maybe That’s a Good Thing. I'm walking the rest of the way to Bethlehem