One learns what the poor's real needs are, when they themselves have to learn to do without. Read more
One learns what the poor's real needs are, when they themselves have to learn to do without. Read more
What’s for dinner is a shameless aping of Simcha Fisher’s regular feature “What’s for Supper?” I am not a cook. I used to be. When I was pregnant with Rose I used to watch Hell’s Kitchen and develop violent cravings for exotic restaurant meals we couldn’t possibly afford, so I set about learning to make cheaper and allergy-friendly versions of them myself. Later, when Rose was a baby, I watched The French Chef to keep my sanity during the twelve-to-five colic... Read more
It’s always strange to see someone I knew from my “old life” online. Years and years ago, before I came to the Ohio Valley and had my conversion, when I was a brainwashed teenager and young adult living on the Planet Charismatic, I knew Coach Dave Daubenmire. We picketed the same abortion clinic, back before I realized that that is a terrible way to change the culture. Coach Dave isn’t “The Preacher” mentioned in this piece, but he was one of... Read more
Finally, my curiosity overcame me. I walked up to the porch to read the sign. Read more
I just died laughing at Babylon Bee’s very humorous list of 23 Christian Movies That Need To Be Made. That link comes with my highest recommendation; it’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m something of a connoisseur of horrible Christian movies; my snooty reviews of Pure Flix films are some of the most fun I’ve ever had as a writer. I also hold the distinction of being the only professional* film critic who had fun watching the re-make of Ben Hur; everyone... Read more
I see the Bride of Christ persecuting Christ, and it sickens me. Read more
Nataly lived in Ukraine for fourteen years, and in Russia before that. You wouldn’t know to talk to her– her English is perfect with no accent, because she’s originally from the United States. When I first knew her, I wondered why she didn’t find it strange that Michael and I never had a car– but that’s perfectly normal where she comes from. “We never had a car, even with all of these kids. We never needed one. Sometimes we took cabs,... Read more
I don't know how we'll keep ourselves alive across the river in West Virginia. I never do. But by the end of the year we might be safely away from this town. Read more