Ironic language subverts our givens. Divine and conspiracy seem as likely to be title companions as chaos and order. When Jimmy gave me a copy of The Divine Conspiracy: Rediscovering Our Hidden Life in God, I recall feeling a bit of vertigo. That was 1998.
“It is just a formality,” I replied to her. Natalie thought it a bit premature that I refer to her as my favorite lawyer. She had not received her scores from the BAR. That was two weeks ago. Natalie came to town to visit her mother, Evette, who is … Continue reading
Five years ago I made copies of Lyle’s blog posts after he suffered a fatal heart attack. I delivered one copy to CB and Janet, his parents. Recently I moved offices and saw my copy in my bookcase. In recognition of his friendship I will begin at least a … Continue reading