‘Twas in the moon of winter-timeWhen all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchi ManitouSent angel choirs instead;Before their light the stars grew dim,And wandering hunters

“You ought to see it–it’s right there on your way home. Just turn right, into Dakota City. Watch for the signs.” That I didn’t know

You really can’t miss that scary cover, but let me help you with the small print. On the first day, the program offers great music

Three things about my grandparents’ grave you may miss unless I point them out. The first is my bottom half, in white shorts, so telling

There were littler ones, babies even, hard as that is to consider. It looks to me as if the lineup in this proud old photo

In her illustrious family, Rosalie couldn’t help but feel crowded out. I mean, her siblings were a “who’s who” of life among the Omaha in

Couldn’t be more different, I suppose. In Rome’s famous Borgese Galleries’ Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s David is an immensely commanding presence that isn’t just to look at.

I am not a theologian on this blog, or a pastor. I have no authority to say this, but I think there’s a spiritual virtue

Right now, our big bluestem are heavy with seeds, the patch closest to my window sky high, seven feet, I’m sure. We planted them years