I used to think I knew how to read Dostoyevsky.  More specifically, back when we used to talk about “existentialism,” I used to be confident

On this Valentine’s Day, please allow me the personal privilege of writing an ode to my wife of nearly 30 years.  Her name being Sophie

Last week my mother spent a night in the hospital because of atrial fibrillation.  Her heart gets out of rhythm, and it needs to be

  Last summer, we’d just passed the bridge at Nijmegen where, 600 yards to the west, hundreds of GIs paddled flimsy Brit boats with their

I can’t get Clint Eastwood out of my head. What with that gravelly voice and those death-grip like focused eyes, he’s been stuck there. Admittedly,

I recently saw this photo floating around the facebook world and have been meditating on it all week. I am constantly thinking about ways Sunday

There have been a few posts here on The Twelve about Mormonism, including two fine recent postings by Jamie Smith and Steve Mathonnet-Vanderwell (with Jamie’s

Maggie Smith, imperious as the Dowager Countess of Grantham, peered at the hapless vicar across from her and pronounced, “You cannot imagine that we would