Friday, February 13, 2009


Dinner, the last three nights in a row. No kidding. Dwayne picks it up for me on his way home. Last night, when he said he ordered "Extra Vegetables," the man smiled and said, "I know. I remember yesterday." The steamed vegetables, rice, chicken are all just secondary, really. It's the hot sauce I crave.

The Quarrel Between Poetry and Philosophy

I've got one more class before I earn my masters in Classical Liberal Arts Education from Belmont Abbey.  And I'm devastated.  I wan...