Here’s a Prayer for My Anxious Heart

Here’s a Prayer for My Anxious Heart

I feel you, Lord, in the loveliness of the trees, the golden red foliage, the ruddy, plump fruit, the feathery seedlings scattering along the wind, burst forth from their pods, the brown, nutty berries clinging loosely to their branches. Your presence is with me in...
The Childish Art of Making War

The Childish Art of Making War

I had a great childhood. When I was five, we moved to the country. Our house was near the bottom of a black-topped country road that meandered from one major artery to the next. There were six houses in our neighborhood, and five of them contained children. We were a...
The Love Behind the Toughness

The Love Behind the Toughness

My Literature teacher Miss A assumed a casual pose while chewing on the end of an unwrapped cigar and asked me whether I had finished reading The Brothers Karamosov and what I thought about it. It was the winter of 1967, and I was a high-school junior in Advanced Lit...