That time God died

It is that time of year again – Easter – that time God died. What does that even mean? A man who, to all accounts, welcomed and sided with the vulnerable, the down-trodden, a man who went around doing good – miracles of kindness expressing love. And why did he die?...

Why do I write?

I have been asking myself this question recently: Why do I write? Now, I don’t write much – a quick look over the past several years of blogging attests to that. But I do write, and I enjoy it. What I’ve come to is that I like to think, and moreover, I find it...