On the road yet again this week, this time in St. Louis for a conference on early American history. On the way down we stopped

Every decade probably gets The Great Gatsby it deserves. The 1920s found the novel to be less telling a revelation of itself than author F.

        As you outlanders might have noticed, the bloggers at this site who live in the upper Midwest have been musing out loud (it’s not

I’ve been trying to figure out which deaths count and which don’t—not in the eyes of God, of course, but in those of the American

Good Friday when I was young was a day for bargaining. Not just between the pulpit and my ear, as I tried to do the

It’s a challenge following Theresa Latini on this blog. Yesterday, again, she knocked one out of the park on a matter near and dear to

Theresa Latini stole my thunder yesterday with her wise post, “How to Live Well and Faithfully in the Midst of Institutional Upheaval.” I’m glad she

Last night I received a teaching award at my college–most surprisingly and not a little discomfiting, as the remarks below indicate. But an occasion to