Yesterday, Mary Oliver released a new collected edition of her work, aptly titled Devotions. I think often of Oliver’s poems–contemporary psalms as surely as they

September 24-30 marks Banned Book Week, something established to remind folks that threats to intellectual freedom are real and ongoing, that the impulse to censor

Of late, the Denise Levertov’s poem, “The Tide,” has been coming to me as I try to process the most recent bombardment of the bad.

I’m still in a bit of denial that school starts next week. Not in such denial that I haven’t finished my syllabi and first day

I’ve given my professional life to words. I believe deeply in their significance and their power. And in the theological imperative to use them carefully,

A couple of weeks ago, I got to be the storyteller at the event formerly known as Vacation Bible School, now known by the far

I’m actually writing this on Tuesday, 18 July–the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s death. The date is being commemorated the world over by all lovers of

I’ve noticed in some meetings I’ve been in of late that “mapping” seems to one of the metaphors of the moment. As in: “we need

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Don’t let the bastards grind you down.[1] A bit cheeky, perhaps a little rebellious. Definitely fun to say (And I’ve read