The fear of change is the fear of death. They are not similar fears; they are the same fear, only manifested in different circumstances. (more…)

Today would be Betsey’s 11th birthday. This is what I wrote on her birthday seven years ago.
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Today would be Betsey’s 10th birthday. This is what I wrote on her birthday six years ago.

I closed comments to this year’s post to keep the comments all in one place.

When Elder Pino started talking about a sweet family’s day at the beach and then, bam, their daughter drowns, he had our attention. (more…)

[Today would be Betsey’s 8th birthday. This is what I wrote on her birthday four years ago.] (more…)

“Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hopes.”

–Moby Dick, ch. 7. Discuss. (more…)