Plucking the Gray-Fruit (and Dealing with our Sinful Nature)

Plucking the Gray-Fruit (and Dealing with our Sinful Nature)

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I’m 52. I don’t look 52, or so I’m told, but my hair is slowly surrendering to the inevitable. And other than a single “wild” episode of highlights, I’ve never colored it. So when gray hairs started presenting themselves front and center, I viciously tweezed them out....

A Good Trade

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Up until about 10 years ago I had 15/20 vision. That means that I saw at 20 feet what most people see at 15 feet. Now at 51, my vision degradation is palpable—I have to wear reading glasses for any font smaller than 16 points. As a Language Arts teacher and writer who...

An Old Fish Swimming Upstream

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I got to watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button the other night and I tell you, it turns our whole American obsession with youth on its head. It’s about a man who ages in reverse. He’s born old and grows young. That whole concept didn’t seem very appealing until a...