In the practice of tolerance, one’s enemy is the best teacher.
Dalai Lama
I heard a muffled but familiar voice apparently coming from inside my refrigerator.
“ Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto,” the voice said.
For a moment, I thought perhaps the Pope was trapped in there.
I flung open the door, but no pope, just a carton of almond milk, a dozen eggs, romaine lettuce, mushrooms (the kin…