Every so often Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac features some sweet nostalgia, sure to make almost anyone regret his or her no more being a kid. Often it’s all
It’s about me. It’s all about me. The Twelve is supposed to move and work within that great tradition of Reformed cultural commentary. As a
When I was a child I always wanted to be a veterinarian. I loved animals. It didn’t really matter the category in which they fell—livestock,
What art captivates your attention? I remember the first time I walked through the Museum of Modern Art, I felt like I was Alice who
I was raised a space cadet in the 1960s, part of a generation absorbed and obsessed with astronauts and the moon race. I remember being
Two weeks ago I went to the late showing of Gravity… by myself. Fitting, I guess. Alone, with my glasses on, in the darkness. I read
I’ve been reading some of the flood of books coming out ahead of next year’s centennial of the start of World War I. There’s something
Recently, I’ve been reflecting on my sabbatical last year. I’ve been taking time to mine the deeper lessons of a year dedicated to reading, research,
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