Problems with My Boss
March 23, 2023 | Jim Angehr
I first heard a song by Bruce Springsteen while crammed in the back of a red 1989 Ford Explorer. It was April of my freshmen year of high school, and I was headed back with other schwetty boys from a tennis tournament in Houma, Louisiana. (I...
Keep To The Old Roads
March 9, 2023 | Eric Mitchell
I live on a busy street in a walkable town. Nearly every day out of my home office window I can watch groups of middle and high school students walking or riding their bikes to the pizza shop and convenience store just down the street. There...
What Lasts, and What Doesn't
March 2, 2023 | Jim Angehr
One of the pots I try to keep on my reading stove is nonfiction essay collections. (In general, the various pots for me are fiction, something about music, graphic novels, literary biographies, Christian theology, and Christian living.) During a...
Who's Calling Tuesday Fat?
February 23, 2023 | Jim Angehr
Yeah you right: happy Mardi Gras, everyone! In most American locales, this past Tuesday was just another dreary, winter-ish affair, but in my native New Orleans, carnival rides again. For your humble preacher, Tuesday was a workday, but I still...
What Dreams Are Made Of
February 16, 2023 | Scott Flovin
Whenever I catch a cold, it usually lasts about a week and has a pretty regimented schedule. I don’t know what that says about me, but I can generally set my clock to its different stages. The first stage is a fever that usually lasts a...