I’ve taken to carrying what I call a man bag. Like Seinfeld’s “European carry-all,” I carry just about anything I need in it. Sounds like a purse? Well, you’d be mistaken, my friend. This is no purse. It’s simply a downsized version of the computer backpack I used to lug around.

I’ve been in the confessing mood lately, I suppose, for I have a few posts I plan to roll out in my Confessions category. There’s something we Protestants are missing out on, because there aren’t confessionals in or near our sanctuaries — we have basketball hoops in mine. Now, I’m [...]

I’m trying out a new featurette here, not as though I need another category of posts. SWYW has problems with focus, as it is. A few months ago I wrote about my harmless addiction to sunflower seeds. From time to time I think I just need to get some stuff off my chest. So here we go, Confession #1 …