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When I was twelve, I had the opportunity to spend an afternoon in the legendary bookshops of the Welsh town of Hay-on-Wye. For £5, I purchased an a...

That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees,—Those dying generations—at their song,The salmon-falls, the mac...

"...unruffled, sure, by the laws of their faith not logic, they opened their wingssoftly and steppedover every dark thing."           (Mary Oliver...

I got married. To my best friend and my beloved companion. At our ceremony, my sister read from The Little Prince and we both cried like babies on ...

I’m not in Ireland today, but the grey sky in West Texas has been pouring steady water for over twenty-four hours. When I went running down the flo...

[I wrote this reflective letter last month as part of a final project for the Fall 2016 Semester Honors Discourse in Cultural Theory, taught by Dr...

It’s been pretty quiet around here. I came over to the site to check on things and was a bit startled by how long it had been since I’d said anythi...

I learned to love Jesus at Christmas-time. I mean the kind of loving where your heart dances right over some of its beats. Where you become the sor...

So the rubber band that you wear to make you stop speaking useless words? – I can’t keep it on the same wrist for half an hour. I always wondered a...

We were in the library when it happened. We had come over the crisp and dusky concrete walks in our overcoats and our hats and converged there und...

While I'm adjusting to a new schedule and a new city, and all out of time, here are some words by someone else, that underscore the music in the w...