Front Porch Republic

Brad Littlejohn’s recent book offers wise guidance for navigating our way through these times of rapid change.

Many are quick to posit that we have a wide range of rights, yet we are almost tongue-tied about our responsibilities.

Technology may assist the surgeon, illuminate the astronomer’s field, or console a mother in her sorrow. Yet it cannot give the soul the perfection it longs for.

At its best, Krause’s writing reminds us that poetry is not a luxury but a vital mode of human knowing, one that can re-enchant our disenchanted age and direct us once again toward the Good, the True, and the Beautiful.

We must begin to see and name how deeply the modern higher education industry subverts the very nature of embodied, placed, limited humans.

A box by a door. A hand that picks up. A name that calls an object to account.

Practicing the discipline of attention

A room once filled with my son and his belongings was mostly empty. It wasn’t the absence of his stuff that hurt; it was his absence. But as I ran my fingers over his bookshelf, still full with the books…

Colleges and universities should focus on forming the uniquely human attributes that AI cannot replicate.

Between places.

As Gurney’s family and friends wrestle with the loss of their friend, I hope they—or more accurately we—will lean into being lonely inside a web of love.

Smith's poem has returned to my mind several times, especially in moments, like our current one, of cultural and political turmoil.