Here is a poem my grandmother taught my mother, and my mother taught me. For the want of a nail, the shoe was lost; For the want of a sho...

Her daughters scurry around in a dither, as usual, carrying on up to five separate conversations at the same time--and, they will proudly a...

I stand at the top, gazing at the landscape from the height of the monster I've just climbed. I start these things easily, rememberin...

I wake up in this city I called home for twenty years, and after morning prayer and reading, after breakfast, after all the familiar morni...

I only hope the little fellow made it out alive, and spends his time between meals singing to the neighbors.

"Christ has linked His teaching, not only with the day of rest, but with the week of toil...In the plowing and sowing, the tilling an...

Pretend you're with me, even though you're not. Pretend we can spend the hour together, wandering my favorite block, my route throug...