The Books
One Potato Review
Here’s a thought: maybe God is just a big playful baby pushing us around on the mantel of the universe when his (or her) family isn’t looking. We may go bouncing around occasionally, but we kind of miss the drama sometimes also, and spend a fair amount of time calling our for attention. The whimsy of a snowstorm perfectly, and improbably, captured behind the coziest of little windows.