That’s the thing about Vegas. It’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not.
Sorry. I know it’s a trite title. Or tritle, if you will. It’s just that existential crises are all the rage this AW16 season, like bomber jackets and off-the-shoulder dresses and feminism, and I don’t want to miss out.
Technically time doesn’t go quickly. It goes at the same speed, depending on how you’re measuring it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the differences between people lately.
Instinct tells me not to write a post about religion. Nothing provokes so much anger, so much disdain as religion. However, on Sunday I listened to a very thought-provoking sermon at church that I want to share with you, and with Christmas only three days away I thought it would be a pertinent topic to bring to the virtual table…
There is one particular area of life we are allowed – encouraged even, to judge. It’s the gladiator’s coliseum of the modern day: the world of celebrity.