She holds this single dream. She remembers life in Amherst, before her husband caught a madman’s urge to go west and start a new life

The woman in the story was a practiced marksmen, or so authorities have concluded. When she and her husband got stopped in the black SUV

  I may be wrong, but I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a sermon on that particular OT passage, something out of II Kings, a

Yesterday afternoon I sat with a old man who, once upon a time, shot at surfacing German subs in the North Atlantic, tried to pick

Two weeks or so after Normandy, he and the team of motorheads crossed the English channel after endless waiting weeks in Great Britain, a couple

  That Sunday night, I had to push myself to go to church, to listen to the still small voice of should in order to get

There has never been a great movie about John Brown. Seriously, hard as it is to believe, no one has ever done a blockbuster about

The title and not the author first caught my eye–Prairie, by someone named Muilenburg, not an unfamiliar name in the neighborhood. I found a copy

When finally we came to the place on the highway where he was killed, I realized neither of us knew exactly where it was–specifically, under