The Right View in Myanmar
The persecution of the Muslim Rohingya minority in Myanmar is a horrifying spectacle to behold. The images of villages razedContinue Reading
Ho! Ho! Hold Your “Holiday Cups”!
It’s that time of year again. Christmas. I’ve never been keen on the consumerist, golden-calf worship that typifies much ofContinue Reading
Don’t Let Them Turn Your Spirit To Ashes
Despite my struggle to exercise ideological forbearance in his life, my son sees certain things critically in his own right. I am relieved; he’s already destined not to be a cultural dupe, but has his own mind as to why he’s unconvinced, a doubt that is more rooted in inquisitiveness than stridency. It makes me beam with pride.
My Name is Edmund, and I Am a Very, Very Bad Man Who Loves Bacon
My name is Edmund K Saunders, and I love bacon. There, I said it. Now I can dispense with allContinue Reading
Bacon: My Gateway Meat
There’s something about bacon that keeps bringing me back to meat. Throughout my life I’ve had many solid stints ofContinue Reading
Still Smells Like Teen Spirit – Part 2
continued from “Still Smells Like Teen Spirit – Part 1” … Morning announcements at St Lukes usually consisted of theContinue Reading
Still Smells Like Teen Spirit – Part 1
Spirituality and religion weren’t a big part of my upbringing. Emotionally, the adults in my family didn’t wear their heartsContinue Reading