Everything they’ve told us is suspect. (Autism, this time)

Thanks to Ido Kedar's calling attention to it, I'm excited to see news that the Accepted Position on "Facilitated Communication" is not only bunkus, but demonstrably bunkus. The Usual Suspects haven't chimed in, AFAIK, but the linked study asserts a pretty firm case for letter-board communication being (frequently, if not usually) real and legitimate communication… Continue reading Everything they’ve told us is suspect. (Autism, this time)

When the Bible’s Own Commands Are Unbiblical.

An answer to Ben Witherington's Why Arguments Against Women in Ministry Aren’t Biblical, on Patheos.com. Mr. Witherington's essay, dated from 2015, resurfaced recently in the wake of the "embarrassing" scandal of John MacArthur's remarks about Beth Moore. I'm no fan of MacArthur, nor of Moore, but the remarks MacArthur made, heard here in original context,… Continue reading When the Bible’s Own Commands Are Unbiblical.

On “The Night my Father Shot the Werewolf”

http://www.declanfinn.com/2020/01/the-night-my-father-shot-werewolf-by.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=facebook When a boy is nine, his Dad is the most important person in his life, and he should be able to look to Dad to defeat the monsters that hunt in the dark.  Sean Grady always knew his Dad would do whatever it took to keep the family safe:  this is Sean’s story. Thanks… Continue reading On “The Night my Father Shot the Werewolf”

Men of Worth are interested. — Adam Piggott

, the act itself of creating, that mankind most truly echoes the Imago Dei.

Still thinking about catechesis and spiritual growth — The Pocket Scroll

Information is not enough.

Received vs. Reconstructed

The Wolf’s Cry: Author’s Notes on an Unfinished Tale

One of the seminal reasons I opened this sporadic blog in the first place was for a venue to air my writing-- some of it going back to high school, twenty years ago-- that was mouldering on my hard drive without a chance to be read by readers. The story The Wolf's Cry was one… Continue reading The Wolf’s Cry: Author’s Notes on an Unfinished Tale

Beyond the Alpha-Beta-Gammas, Part 1: Dalrock and the Aristotelian Mean

In which the manosphere and GQ are both wrong.

Donald MacGillavry, The Genius Hoax

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry;
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly
Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry!

Sourcing Villainy for your Villains (The Problem of Evil)

"One of the most important things that an author should know in order to write good and even great stories, readers and future writers, is that evil in fact exists."

Two Proposals: Courtesy of TWHHAK (Things We Have Heard And Known)

It isn't politically correct, but if true, these proposals will be validated for all male and female human characters, respectively, and resonate with the disproportionately human Reading Public.

H/T to Cane Caldo.

Teach a Child — According To Hoyt

Re-posted from the inimitable Sarah A. Hoyt: During the weekend, while doing my normal weekly cleaning (usually a running affair lasting 4 hours and starting at around 9 am, involving dusting, vacuuming and making wet-areas (kitchen and bathrooms) sanitary, yes a little easier now that I’ve been keeping things more … organized) I listened to… Continue reading Teach a Child — According To Hoyt

Yer Storybook-Folks Git Religion, and how to Do It Right.

G. Scott Huggins on writing "real" religion in imaginary worlds.

We’re Failing Our Children: repost from Sarah Hoyt’s blog.

And by “we” I mean writers and parents and teachers, and anyone who is supposed to give them an idea of how the world works. By “children” I mean those of us who were children in the last 50, maybe the last 70 years, and although the problem is most prevalent in America, it has […]… Continue reading We’re Failing Our Children: repost from Sarah Hoyt’s blog.

Night-Time is Always the Worst: Ch. 1

“What's the word, Feng,” he asked the alien as it hovered back and forth, stirring this pot...mixing that...

“I just told the blue boy I ain't seen nothing,” he mumbled.  “You eating tonight?”