“Nothing good happens after midnight,” we’ve told our daughters over the years. They’re old enough to know that’s not quite the truth. Sometimes the best things happen after midnight! And sometimes, the best things happen in America…
Fiction
387 Articles
387
“Wherever there are four Episcopal priests, there is always a fifth,” it has been noted, with a sly smile. In particular, Mary Laurie Cece’s father used to say this (an Episcopal priest and college professor himself). Mary Laurie recently recounted this…
The ever-thoughtful Mary Raymond returns to Bacon today with her review of Brit Bennett’s new novel, The Vanishing Half. I didn’t love Bennett’s debut work, The Mothers, but Mary makes a strong case for The Vanishing Half. I value Mary’s voice, and I…
Three summers ago my parents and I sat on a bench waiting for the theater doors to open in Interlochen, Michigan, where my older daughter was at an arts camp. My dad could still travel and remember his days (and…
The Family Satz doesn’t do things halfway. They’re all in! Easter AND Passover. Salty and sweet. Stay up late, get up early. Laughter and tears. Three dogs and a black cat named Spot. Today, Kate Satz (aka “Spicy K”) and…
Vanderbilt Chancellor Emeritus Nick Zeppos and his wife Lydia Howarth are figuring out life in the time of retirement, corona-style. Lydia’s doodling during Zoom calls and “expanding her gardening empire”; Nick’s grilling and chilling and getting ready to teach law…
This morning I’d love to share two songs with you – “For the Beauty of the Earth” performed by a combined men’s chorus in Taiwan, and “Breathe in Hope” performed by Vox Grata women’s choir in Nashville. I sang John…
Beth Alexander stops in at Bacon today with a radiant essay on a favorite children’s book. She makes me want to stay in bed and read – to ignore the glorious summer morning and the flowers that need watering and…
I sometimes feel despair when I read the news in the morning. Maybe you’re feeling it too, but for different reasons. Can you and I possibly get to a place of collective hope? Where we can together be proud of…