I have long held a deep fascination with Lauren Winner.  If you have never encountered her writing or had the opportunity to hear her speak,...

In the last few years, I have come to hold dear the season of Lent.  This is not because I have maintained any serious practices or held any...

Last night, I finally finished A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith.  I say finally because I have been reading this book since mid-Dece...

This morning, Jordan and I finally got around to beginning the process of taking down the Christmas tree.  I had already packed up the othe...

Jordan, it seems, is always thinking of me and ways to make me smile.  I have been perusing books of Wendell Berry's poems from time to ...

In his memoir, Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me , Ian Morgan Cron describes a brief moment of grace following a terrifying and scaring enco...

      Pardon the long silence.             The year of second grade, first crushes, and Hooked on Phonics, my parents gave me a small jou...