That Summer
Summer, like a best friend ready to pal around, came around again before my freshman year in high school. I was ready that summer to go and do a lot of things, except for one.
Summer, like a best friend ready to pal around, came around again before my freshman year in high school. I was ready that summer to go and do a lot of things, except for one.
“American thought is dominated by a “prevailing vision” which seals itself off from any empirical evidence that is inconsistent with that vision.”
This post is meant to alert you to the Left’s three-pronged warfare directed at Americans. There is more that could be said, but there is enough here, I believe, for the reader to understand the hatred directed at us.
Easter morning and me and my father are down in the basement brushing shoes.
Ivan relates the gospel events to the two widows. This has an acute effect on them. As he heads home, Ivan reflects on the implications of this and has an epiphany.
Why read great literature from the past?
“Watercolors have a life and a flow of their own when you brush them on the paper. You let go and see what happens.”
A short story . . .
“The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.”
― Flannery O’Connor