And Also With You

This week's issue of The New Yorker magazine features excerpts from the journals of Flannery O'Connor, in which she writes of faith...

Many times since my last post, I've had a story to share, but this crazy life has not held enough free hours to keep up here.  There...

Thirty-eight years ago today, I graduated from college.  I lived in Spanish House, one of the several language dorms, pictured here.  Al...

Some mornings, we don't  just serve hot, made-to-order breakfasts, free to the community. At the cafe, we've had regulars over th...

Wendell Berry, The Peace of wild things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of w...

Yesterday's gift came in the form of an organ recital during the noon hour, with one 37-minute piece on the program.  The experience was...

In our household, we talk about a favorite kind of exercise: jumping to conclusions.  Who among us doesn't slip into this very human hab...