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

Like most every other retired gent, I worry, sometimes promiscuously but not to madness. Yet.  But I do. I worry about lots of things, like whether

I hope you’ll agree there is some beauty in this image, an elegance to what Emerson called snow’s “frolic architecture,” something dazzling or graceful in

  I was just eight or nine–this happened a long, long time ago. I was just a kid. I honestly can’t remember how it was