High up a winding alpine road, at almost the very top of a narrow canyon, stood the 1920s log cabin my parents purchased in the

I’ve heard from a few readers about my extended absence from RJ. Not to worry (though I doubt this is a huge concern for many!)–I’ve

Four years ago, at right about this time, I started the blog with T.S. Eliot’s observation that “midwinter spring is its own season.” Four years ago

One of the ways that spring begins to announce itself in West Michigan is that the Frederik Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park–just voted #1 in

We’re now a week into Lent. But I’m still thinking on last week’s confluence of Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday. I’ll admit I found all

I’ve written here before about my long years never decorating for Christmas–I was busy, I travel every Christmas, it seemed like too much work for

I don’t know about accuracy here, but this morning I came across this claim: “Only 28 books sold more than 500,000 copies in the US

It’s the penultimate Monday of 2023–and next Monday doesn’t really count as it is Christmas Day. So, the year is basically over, Advent has but

Recently, some lovely friends threw a party for my new book, Nourishing Narratives. As part of the event, I had a conversation with Michael Wildschut,