How is your mom doing?” I asked a friend of mine recently. “Well, physically she’s actually pretty good. Mentally, though, she’s slowly leaving us. It’s tough.”
In a recent letter to the editor, a writer declared he would not want to believe in a God “who threatens eternal punishment for anyone who questions the dogmas and tenets of the religion.” And if “eternal punishment” implies being tormented in an eternally burning hell, I heartily agree. Neither could I love and worship a God like that
The surface of Mars has a rich geological record, and the Curiosity rover is reading that record by sampling the rocks and soils at different locations along its route to Mount Sharp.
Attending Washington State University has been a dream of mine since I was in the fourth grade.
Karl Pomare is a 21-year old from Austin, Texas. At age 10, unable to afford a fancy radio-controlled car like his friend’s, Karl built his own with Popsicle sticks, scrap wires, electric motors, switches, and a soldering gun
How do we see each other? I’ve been pondering this, in view of the parable that Jesus told about the Pharisee and the tax collector, who were praying in the same place, but not together.
Of all the numbers thrown at us over the course of last year, one stands out for me. I hope we can avoid repeating it this year.
I have written previously about the use of models and algorithms to study various scientific phenomena. I had my first experience with these methods in my first job for which my education was important.
Oh, it’s been a busy day! How many times has the following happened to you?
January is now the month for the mid-winter Walla Walla Chamber Music Winter Festival, which takes place over a generously stretched Martin Luther King weekend, this year on Jan. 16-19.
Low clouds slink across the sky as we bounce toward Lost Lake Campground in the Okanogan National Forest. We’re all a little nervous about the prospect of rain, but it’s not often we get to convene a gathering of cousins and we’re not about to back down. The late-summer scenery looks tired and thirsty — the bright green of spring replaced with a dust-covered drab that tells me how welcome the moisture would be.
When a friend asked me, “what does it mean that Jesus died for my sins?” my first impulse was to tell him, “I don’t have a clue.”
After his heart attack, Bill Clinton followed a diet program devised by Dr. Caldwell Esselstyn. The retired surgeon in September spoke to a large audience at Whitman College.
Growing up I would always dream about a special day, my Quinceañera.
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