Alas, not me

"For I ain't, you must know," said Betty, "much of a hand at reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most pr...

In the winter of 2012 I was poking around the internet, looking as we all do for god knows what  -- our futures perhaps -- when I came acros...

When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty, workday clothes, and put on the rob...