Faith, Fiction, Friends

I’ve published this blog for more than four years now, and the one subject I’ve largely (if not completely) avoided is politics. Opport...

In the afternoons, when the children are playing at a neighbor’s, she sits in the screened-in porch, seeking what little breeze...

(This is another is a series of articles I wrote for The Master’s Artist.) In Woody Allen’s movie Midnight in Paris , writer Gil Pe...

Who experiences the refining fire of affliction? Ministers, says Bob Sorge in The Fire of Delayed Answers . Ministers. And he defin...

David Kirby’s Talking About the Movies with Jesus: Poems was published in 2011 by LSU Press. I have to admit, it was the publisher who p...

For a long time, longer than I really care to admit, I was a cretin when it came to modern and contemporary art. I had this tongue-in-che...

She couldn’t read a note of music but learned to play the old upright by ear, memorizing what she needed to know, songs and mos...