Reading The New Garden Book on the First Day of Spring It takes courage to say, “The shrubs and grassmust go.” But courage is what’s

At church my family always sits on the side over by the musicians. Church-going people fall into habits like that, sometimes for no particular reason.

Despite the continued deep freeze here in Michigan, I spy a glow of hope on the horizon: something wonderful is coming! I don’t mean spring.

Oh cable, I could not part with you! I came close, though. You know how it works: you negotiate a one-year deal, and then when

A “polar vortex” descended upon us here in Michigan at the tail end of the holiday break, extending school vacations by a few days and

But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. And he went in to tarry

My world lit class this past semester read nine—count ‘em—nine epics (well OK, substantial excerpts). We noticed, to our quiet astonishment, that in some ways

Today, guest blogger and advice columnist Pious Petunia intervenes just in time for the holiday season, offering soothing advice for frenzied spirits. Dear Miss Petunia: