It’s tomato season.  I’m not sure I can convey the physical weight represented by those three words. The eight Roma plants in my backyard garden,

I’ve been thinking heavy thoughts all week—about liberal arts education, public discourse and its discontents, the challenges of the creative process, curricular dilemmas, etc. In

I don’t know where Dad got his hair cut regularly, but I remember that a trip to Cedar Grove, just down the pike, was rare,

Color doesn’t matter, I thought as I tied another one on. I convinced myself, tying trout flies back in grad school. But I can hear

It’s the beginning of a new school year–my 51st consecutive year of beginning school since I first toddled off to preschool in the mists of

Many of Oxford University’s colleges ban walking on their finely manicured lawns, and Christ Church’s school of theology is no exception. Standing near the pristine

It was the last Friday of the school year when I pulled two freshmen out of study hall for a conversation. They first looked at me

We come to the final week of the Year A cycle in the Season of Creation. This is supposed to be the “River” week, but

Time is a weird thing to live in and experience; weirder still to try and articulate. My 14 year-old daughter has a unique obsession with