Back-to-School Report My son is furiously attempting to finish Lord of the Flies. His high school requires students to read a book over summer break,

My little cabin is being consumed by the understory minions. Moss grows on the old shingles. Part of me would stand aside and welcome them.

I still remember the moment in one of my college classes when someone observed that Jane Austen didn’t really “do” description. It struck me because

I set myself a challenge: make it through an entire baseball game without picking up my phone.

His genuine, empathetic demeanor threatens the system — the understood strong masculine hierarchy— with words like unity and love.

If we are followers of Jesus, we must decide how we will relate to the larger, historic Christian tradition—with its beauties and profound shortcomings.

We’re upset at mom’s distress, at a faith that’s left her high and dry. By teaching her that, when all is said and done, she’s

One point of similarity, a sense of being a beleaguered minority, the remnant of a once dominant people now set upon by smug elites.

The clown accepts the ludicrous and overcomes it by laughing at himself or herself and laughing along with everyone else. The clown is the Victim/Victor.