I had always found baseball the most boring of sports, but early 1990s baseball in Seattle–the era of Ken Griffey, Jr, Edgar Martinez, Randy Johnson–made

I’m only just now taking down my Christmas decorations (and full disclosure: the tree is still left). I’ve come to believe I have until Epiphany,

I’m not really given to resolutions. Statistically, they don’t really work, so there’s the pragmatic objection. But more than that, I object as well to

Busy. Stressed. Overwhelmed. What’s your synonym for December? For even the most mindful among us, this month is just filled with A LOT. Many good

We, too, are labor-intensive: much time and attention are needed to produce writing for a blog and a journal, for book reviews and a poetry

This autumn, I seem to have noticed the change after daylight savings time more than normal. It just seems darker most nights as I leave

In some ways, I owe my life to pie. Here’s the version my parents told us, anyway, understanding that one probably doesn’t really want the

The last time I posted here, I shared my review of Pulitzer-prizewinning journalist Eliza Griswold’s recent book, Circle of Hope: A Reckoning with Love, Power,

Reading Pulitzer Prize winner Eliza Griswold’s new book, Circle of Hope: A Reckoning with Love, Power, and Justice in an American Church (just out from Farrar, Straus