Last night, late, I crossed “the black snake” three times on my way home from Rock Valley. Things have changed in the last few weeks.

There’s so much to this story that’s old news, so much that’s so awful yet so obscenely ordinary, that what happened is almost predictable. To

The intent of the confab, according to news sources, was love, to bring together hungry Christian conservatives with rowdy Donald Trump, who doesn’t talk a

Not far away, just across the road and the tracks and around the bend of the river a bit northeast of here, there’s a spot

Chickamauga was a very costly Confederate victory. The total of 16,000 Union casualties was second only to the Battle of Gettysburg that summer, but the

Years ago, I listened to Phillip Yancey reading from a new book of his, a book titled What’s So Amazing about Grace? A couple dozen

For a decade at least, we’ve spent hours and days and years and ages, or so it seems, at old folks homes, places that it

There was a girl, I remember, but I don’t remember her. There was a girl, someone I’d met just that day–someone we’d met because I

I’m told the male kestrel is grayish blue, even orange-looking, which means the determined hunter who entertained our whole family so royally during a wonderful