The Politics of the Pro-Life Movement

A few years ago I wrote something of an irenic essay on the annual, January, March for Life in Washington DC.  I was in the mood, then, for focusing on what I saw as the poetic part of that event more than the overtly political.  I still be...

Dash, Grandpa’s Three-Legged Dog

I wasn’t there. In fact, I’m not sure who all was. And as I write this sitting in Michigan, I’m far from those who might know. My Grandma was alive then, of course, but she hadn’t yet met Grandpa, so she wouldn’t have been there in Ewing. A...