Tag: Christianity

To My Dear Granddaughter

MAKE READING COMPASSIONATE AGAIN My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I repeat the same thing a thousand times when we talk, don’t interrupt to say: […]

PULLING PINTS AND WISECRACKS FOR 1,000 YEARS

FREE PRESS: Sean’s Bar, located in Athlone, Ireland, holds the distinction of being the oldest pub in Ireland, with a history dating back over 1,000 years. According to historical records and archaeological evidence, the establishment was originally built in the 10th century, and situated along the ancient route […]

This is for the men who give a f**k.

The men who show up without being asked, who stay up even when they’re exhausted. The men who have fierce respect for their mothers, and wouldn’t be caught dead having her do their laundry – or paying their bills. This is for the men who know that choosing […]

The World’s Greatest Ride by Far

​​If you have already travelled or plan to set off on an unforgettable Trans-Siberian journey, or at least have an understanding of what Siberia and wild Russian taiga are like, you can assume the severe conditions the Trans-Siberian railway construction was held in.

GAZE, CONSIDER, CONTEMPLATE

The 16 tracks in Latin and English, each without exception hauntingly beautiful, not only incorporate ancient plainchants, psalms, and hymns such as Veni Creator Spiritus, Creator Alme Siderum, and In Paradisum but also the hidden dictums of Francis and Clare:

DAVID COPPERFIELD

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens is a classic bildungsroman novel that follows the life and adventures of its supposed protagonist, David Copperfield, from his childhood to adulthood, as he navigates the trials and tribulations of the highs and lows of Victorian society. The novel begins with David’s birth […]

WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING

WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING . The summer breezes balmy, Brought cotton clouds to rest, They drifted aimless, some were caught, Upon the mountain crest, The maid was plucking flowers, Her shoulder turned aside, To hide the blush upon her cheek, Was it a flush of pride? That I […]