Something there is . . .

. . . that doesn’t like a wall, that wants it down—says poet Robert Frost. He blames the ruin of New England’s stone walls on winter, hunters and even elves. Walls define relationships, he says. They’re necessary but hard to maintain. Frost repairs his own...

On Speaking Terms . . .

The most important question you’ll ever have to answer is, Do you believe in God? The second most important question: How will your answer affect the rest of your life and beyond? I believe in God for two starter reasons: The Big Bang, and the Intelligence...

Reepicheeps They’re Not

REEPICHEEP, the unlikely mouse hero of Narnia’s Prince Caspian, devoted himself, body and soul, to the lion king, Aslan. Not only can I tolerate that sort of mouse, but honor it. A noble animal. I, though, have been surrounded, so it seems, by hordes of the less...

Doorstep to a New Novel

IN MY LAST BLOG, I promised a preview of my almost-finished novel, An Unpresentable Glory. A quick overview (aka Elevator Pitch): Un.pre.sent.a.ble Glo.ry noun The spiritual reward for helping a desperate stranger do the unmentionable. The return from sneaking a God...

Growing Things

Summer is upon us, a time for reaping the harvest of seeds sown. I dug in garlic cloves last fall and was surprised to see sprouts in March, despite our long, frigid winter. Early this spring, I sowed a mix of greens, the thinnings of which can now round out a...