We’d come by sputtering boat, weaving through the dark waters of the Amazon, splashed by pink, freshwater dolphins that broke the surface and scared the pants off us.
“Don’t swim in the water,” the guide said.
“Because there are piranhas.”
A short while later the boat’s motor started to expel a reeking cloud of black smoke. Silence descended, the roar of functional machinery fading out behind us.
“You’ll have to swim to shore.”
“And the piranhas?”
“Don’t worry about them.”
Bedraggled, we made it to the far bank, coughing as we pulled ourselves out of the water with all our fingers and toes intact. …
Yesterday I glanced up at the television and noticed a message scrolling along the bottom of my television:
Pope Francis has declared support for civil unions for same-sex couples for the first time, according to the Catholic News Agency — CNN
My first response was to celebrate. In the midst of the most divisive election in US history, any news that a powerful organization is going to stop pressuring an oppressed group is highly welcome. However, after I thought about it for a few more minutes, I determined that my overriding response was rage.
Thanks, Catholic Church for declaring you’ll be decent going forward, however, this declaration does not absolve you of the sins of your past. …
When I imagine meeting Roald Dahl, I think of the countryside. I picture the fjords of Norway or a quiet cobblestone road that leads to an English prep school. I think of summer breezes and the smell of chocolate and the eagerness and the tirelessness of youth.
Dahl would approach at a stroll, probably smoking, with a stern face but twinkling eyes. …