At Bar Harbor Once, And Once . . .
We scrambled up the craterous outcrop that ruptured like an isle in the gray sands spread thin around Cille inne Bay.
Life Under Compulsion: Play and No Play
In East Bangor, Pennsylvania (pop. 800), there’s a little diner named for the trolley that used to take people to the once bustling steel...
A Radical Republican
We need more Richard Pettigrews in an age of Wall Street harlotry and Pax Americana war making.
The Localist and the Big Box Store
Hidden Springs Lane. Should a localist shop at Home Depot? Or Walmart? The question, as I’ve stated it, should taste slightly off, like milk...
Place Isn’t Just Geographical
Rod Dreher’s new book, The Little Way of Ruthie Leming, seems to have struck a chord among both sympathizers and critics of Wendell Berry. ...
The Night of Susurrant Voices
God didn't put twelve months on the calendar so we could work them all.
The Limits of Place
Hidden Springs, VA. Recently Ross Douthat commented on Rod Dreher’s new book in a column devoted to the rising incidence of suicide and the...
The Coiled Hose
I spent the last eight months working on a dairy farm, and every morning after finishing milking and cleaning the stanchions, I would coil...
Gatsby for the Millennials
Berwyn, PA. I was a little surprised, not too long ago, to hear a student mention that The Great Gatsby was her favorite book. "Because...
Life Under Compulsion: Noise
The child’s language is melodious. The words hide and protect themselves in the melody – the words that have come shyly out of the...