2 March 2010, 11:45 pm
About once a month, a kindly woman in a medium tan coat sounds the mellow chimes of my doorbell, and waits patiently on the porch as I pull myself away from a generally spellbinding breakfast. I open the door, she opens her purse, and we exchange pleasantries as she passes over a pamphlet explaining one tenet or another of the Jehovah’s Witness religion. She donates countless mornings in this ...... Read More »