The deep flood of time will roll over us; some few great men will raise their heads above it, and though destined at the last

by Sarina Gruver Moore To be honest: I didn’t want to go to church. To be more precise: I wanted to go to mass. At

Against Resolutions According to the blogging experts, this is what I should write about in this New Years’ Day post in order to drive web

Bethlehem, c. 2 B.C. Of all my children, this one loves me the most. He gently holds my face in his pudgy toddler hands and

  Year Fifteen Why did no one warn me? It turns out that the fifteenth year of marriage needs a relational marker: Here be dragons.

One of my colleagues regularly keeps a commonplace book. Commonplace books have a long and interesting history, but they are basically just personal compilations of