Of course, we never met. Bob is three years older than I am, closer to my sister’s age. He went to Catholic school.

Garret Keizer is one of America’s great creative non-fiction writers, who, like so many great writers, toils away in relative anonymity. His work has appeared

The annoying part about growing rhubarb? Only a few weeks after the plant begins to grow in the spring, it expends a tremendous amount of

Shedding some of these formal structures for the spiritual formation of my children has become a radical invitation to trust the Spirit’s guidance in my

It’s no longer enough to simply say, “I’m a Christian.” We feel compelled to attach more labels: conservative/progressive, Calvinist/Arminian, premillennial/amillennial,

We continue to work the soil in the same way, insisting it produce. We churn it up and plant our “this is how we’ve always

The female came from the ocean shores of South Carolina, and the male came from Florida. Some of our birds come from the shores of

What of the children and grandchildren who might, in fewer years than we liked to imagine, be burdened by our leaky faucets and slips in

It’s all about having eyes to see: The tiniest flick of a heel that can unlock a stalemate and send a stadium erupting.

At the very end of the fence, he found a solitary milkweed plant. The plant was a pale yellow color and leggy because it had

My Dad marched off the Calvin College graduation stage in June 1941 into the waiting arms of Uncle Sam’s army.