Some decades before our Forest Daughter walked our wood, there ruled a King named Temarius. Temarius generally ruled well, though oft with heated temper not easily quenched, at times getting the kingdom into silly squabbles that it ought to have avoided. Yet, Temarius generally kept his duties well, and held a goodly kingship.Continue reading “Glen’s Tale: Erigo”
I am the empty man.
What do I do but live?
Work, food, porn, sleep.
Oh, there is always the Chiefs.
I’ve recently been wondering whether or not I can be called a feminist. When I began to think about this, I quickly found that the word “feminism” is a rather complicated word. It is one of those words that, depending on who is speaking and how, can mean a wide variety of different things. Kind of like “evangelical” or “liberal.”Continue reading “It Depends”
Written whilst touring Europe.
Too many corrections. Faith—I lack it. “Here is the secret: [sage wisdom].” Yes I hear it! I am excited! But two days later, I have forgotten and the rush of life and chores and sin and shame and friends needing my help and Bible study and chores and getting food and paying bills and chores and cleaning the house and church and friends needing my help and chores get in the way.Continue reading “Too Many Corrections”