This time of year my eyes find the leaves. Just like the people who go to Gatlinburg in the fall and every amateur poet who’s ever lived and I think maybe just about everyone else. We’re all in this together!…
Michael Shane Neal, close to his own half-century mark, paints portraits with an eye to history – the history of his subjects and also his own. He illuminates his subjects through his work – and is himself illuminated. He is…
On election day, amid heated rhetoric, I take comfort in the blessings of the Hampton Inn.
I was thrilled when the Headmaster of my daughters’ boarding school asked me to give a chapel talk on the topic “Why Read” over Parents Weekend. What a lovely invitation! What an honor! I worked quite hard to write a…