A sure sign that you are tired.
You find yourself bolting down your prize breakfast java like it was half-skunked Meister Brau or Milwaukee's Best.
Two toddlers with ear infections.
Just imagine the possiblities those five terrifying little words entail. That may explain why my co-workers have taken to greeting me with screams of "The dead live! The dead freaking live! Kill it! Kill it!"
New digs for ponderings about Levantine Christianity.
The interior of Saint Paul Melkite Greek Catholic Church, Harissa, Lebanon. I have decided to set up a Substack exploring Eastern Christi...
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