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Beyond the Scoreboard
Here, on a little patch of field in a North Texas suburb, I found life being played out in simple but significant ways.
Emerson’s Grief
Wallie is gone; no visible scar remains. Mourning provides no lesson, no answers, no closure. The poet is not decrying grief for its lack of utility.
A Son’s Journey to His Father
Men often reflect on their relationship with their fathers during these coincidences of milestones; a similar thing often happens when a son reaches the age his father was when the…
Lincoln’s Grief
The healthy sorrow of our most melancholy president
Winter Rabbits
And so the shotgun sits in our home like a quiet benediction. It dreams—as I do—of long walks in the valleys of my youth and whispers of future pastures that…
The Hidden Sorrow of Mother’s Day
Our mothers and our children will always be part of our lives, in life and death. Surprisingly, grief does not dominate our existence, it informs it.
My Father’s CV
Reading for the shape of a life can be medicinal, especially when we allow that life to diagnose and heal ourselves. And maybe then that understanding can encourage doctors of…
A Passage to — and a Message from — India
What We Can Learn from a Society Where Community Still Matters
For Nancy French-ism
This is the story of a bruised soul touched by grace but still frustrated by the passivity that others continue to show in response to the unspeakable.
Shakespeare’s Grief
After a pandemic took his son, the Bard would never be the same
What’s In Your Garage?
No home but the Garden was there originally for man, once upon a very long time ago. No garage either was part of life before expulsion from Eden.
Facing Loss with Job and Faust
“Adonai has compassion,” sang the psalmist, “for he understands how we are made, he remembers that we are dust.” Perhaps in our dust of grief, we see clearly for the…
A Really Real God
If an invisible world is a reality, then a creator is probable, as the deists suggest, and perhaps even plausible. God may well be really real, just as I had…
Frog and Toad Might Just Be Friends…and That’s Okay
If we fail to recognize friendship for what it is, and for the role it plays in the maturation process of children and young adults, we lose out on a…
Eisenhower’s Grief
Dwight and Mamie Eisenhower found solace in their dead son’s favorite color
Walk Boldly, Darlin’ Clementine
Walk boldly. Whistle not, but do keep walking. Keep walking right on by it and let the dead bury the dead.
The Keeper, The Tiller, The Question
A Cain and Abel Story for Modern Man
Roosevelt’s Grief
Theodore Roosevelt never recovered from the loss of his son in WWI
The Hidden Sorrow of Valentine’s Day
Surviving the holiday without our loved ones
A Flat Surface Upon Which to Eat
It’s a new year, and many of us are thinking about self-improvement. This is a wonderful thing to do. We all need a bit of a tune-up now and then.…
Petroleum and Me
I wish environmentalists would better understand that there are no mustache-twirling billionaires drilling and digging and burning oil just for the hell and the money of it. Like money, petroleum…
Small Plastic Gods: On the Tabletop Renaissance
Tabletop games put something in our twitchy, swipe-hungry fingers other than a digital device—a hand of cards, a pair of dice, a plastic Zeus. And since others have put down…
For the Love of Books
Out-of-sight, out-of-mind is the quintessential modern American problem-solving strategy, and it sure does have a lot going for it, when it comes to dealing with our problem of stuff—that other…
Visiting the Mysterious Island of Homeschooling
The overall message is: here, readers, we have discovered a whole new mysterious island filled with these strange savages, previously unexplored. You wouldn’t believe what they’re doing out there! So…