If Vermeer had an iPad he might’ve drawn it like this. Continue reading →

Our hero awakes. Startled by the noise and the stranger in his room, he sits bolt upright in his bed. Continue reading →

A long time ago, I had a girlfriend and I used to sing to her. Continue reading →

What was it like to have so much hatred for someone she does not even know? Continue reading →

I’m not sure why they call him Slowhand. Continue reading →

I opened the book and, on the very first page, was the program that changed my life. Continue reading →

The Golden Treasury of English Verse and a harmonica were my only mementos of civilization. Continue reading →

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You can make something out of nothing but the thoughts in your head. Continue reading →

They say that without religion, we would not have the Sistine Chapel or Handel’s Messiah or the cathedral at Rouens. Well, without atheism Julia Sweeney would not have made Letting Go of God. After an hour of listening to Julia’s … Continue reading →