My wife is seated in a beach chair. She peers over her book and sees me approaching some seals hauled up on the sand. There […]
When I got married I vowed to my wife, on a pulpit in front of all my friends and family, that I would continue to cherish and love her for the rest of her life. It was a kind of promise. But the love we want is spontaneous, underlying, underived and free. This is how it can affirm who we are. How can I commit to continue to love my wife?
It turns out that almost all of us are not eating food fit for humans.
We meet our meat, a calf with a mutilated eye faces us, and we say: the problem is that people don’t see this.