To the young, all is new. They’re on the ride for the first time, making it near impossible to understand what it will feel like for the fiftieth. To the old, the belief that we’ve seen it all before settles in along with the feeling that nothing can surprise us anymore. It’s a bizarre irony… Continue reading The more the holidays change, the more they stay the same even in a world where change is the only constant
Confessions of a Conservative Atheist 