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In Marce Catlett Wendell Berry Remembers for Us

Hardship fades from memory with each generation. Those who lived it remember the weight of it. Those who didn’t often forget.

Flying Home

The only area in Green Valley that has escaped urban sprawl is Mr. Henry’s Farm, at which stands an old oak tree named Birch.

The Balance of Us: On the Strange Therapeutic Power of Faulkner’s Prose

The prose in As I Lay Dying simultaneously provides a mirror for and an escape from my experience.

The Need for Non-Ironic Limits: A Review of The Philosophy of Philip Rieff

We often find ourselves fleeing “forward,” one might say, to escape the meaninglessness that forever snaps at our heels.

Perhaps the Nails Run the Other Way: A Review of The Body of this Death

Hope remains, and it is the hope of the incarnation, which the Archbishop describes as the “technology of Catholicism.”
April 14, 2026

Old Fred’s Night Music

What is the ideal that we sometimes glimpse within the world and which thus inspires our own attempts at order-making, at meaning-making?

Why Cormac McCarthy Stands Alone Among Novelists

McCarthy, a little before the rest of us, had caught a glimpse of Western Civilization’s end.
April 6, 2026

Speculators versus Farmers: A Review of The Land Trap

Land is only going to become more expensive and thus ever more unaffordable and inaccessible for the agrarians of the future.

Modern Man’s Problem: Disenchantment or Desecration? A Review of Carl Trueman’s The Desecration of Man

If desecration is the pervasive problem our day, then nothing less than consecration is the answer.

Running Toward A New Life

This is a book for every young man who has ever hit a crisis of meaning or purpose, despite possessing boatloads of knowledge.
March 26, 2026

Learning to Unknow: On James K.A. Smith’s Make Your Home in This Luminous Dark

By embracing the discomfort of unknowing, we come into a more profound awareness of love in all its splendor.

Haunted by Waters: A River Runs Through It at Fifty

We are ready to give ourselves. And yet we find that we do not know what part of ourselves to offer—or worse, that the part we have to give is not wanted.
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