Last night my daughter, Jackie, and I drove into Washington, DC, at sunset to watch the evening production of Les Misérables at the Kennedy Center. It was an early eighteenth birthday present for her, and she was giddy. Les Mis is her favorite musical, but she had never seen it performed live. It was a… Continue reading On Les Mis, Suffering, & My Almost-Adult Daughter
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Stop. Look. Remember.
God might just be making beauty from ashes, refashioning a gift out of a deep injury to my soul. This morning on our walk, Jim and I talked about our dawning realization that our energies and capacity for looking outward are returning, after several years of crisis and trauma related to our daughter Jackie’s health. … Continue reading Stop. Look. Remember.
OLD BOOKS, Part IV: On Moral Fiction, by John Gardner
In this series on Old Books, I’m choosing books with these questions in mind: What questions do they answer? What problems do they correctly diagnose? What wisdom do they provide that is lacking in today’s discourse? What metaphysics do they propose or expose? Every book I’m examining may not necessarily answer each of those questions,… Continue reading OLD BOOKS, Part IV: On Moral Fiction, by John Gardner
OLD BOOKS, Part III: Standing by Words, by Wendell Berry
In this series on Old Books, I’m choosing books with these questions in mind: What questions do they answer? What problems do they correctly diagnose? What wisdom do they provide that is lacking in today’s discourse? What metaphysics do they propose or expose? Every book I’m examining may not necessarily answer each of those questions,… Continue reading OLD BOOKS, Part III: Standing by Words, by Wendell Berry
Return of Joy
“For a long season, O Lord,I considered as an impossibilitywhat I now know as unshakeable truth: That after loss, pain, tragedy, tears,sorrow, doubt, defeat, and disarray,I will hold a more costly and precious joythan any I have held before;and this not in denial of my loss,but manifest in the very wreckage of it.” from “A… Continue reading Return of Joy
OLD BOOKS, Part II: Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered, by E. F. Schumacher
In this series on Old Books, I’m choosing books with these questions in mind: What questions do they answer? What problems do they correctly diagnose? What wisdom do they provide that is lacking in today’s discourse? What metaphysics do they propose or expose? Every book I’m examining may not necessarily answer each of those questions,… Continue reading OLD BOOKS, Part II: Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered, by E. F. Schumacher
OLD BOOKS, Part I: The Captive Mind, by Czeslaw Milosz
In this series on Old Books, I’m choosing books with these questions in mind: What questions do they answer? What problems do they correctly diagnose? What wisdom do they provide that is lacking in today’s discourse? What metaphysics do they propose or expose? Every book I’m examining may not necessarily answer each of those questions,… Continue reading OLD BOOKS, Part I: The Captive Mind, by Czeslaw Milosz
OLD BOOKS – Intro
I have something to say today in praise of old books. I’ll start with a lighter story of how I discovered my new favorite bookshop in the entire world. Then I’ll share, in a series of posts, a few of the important old books I’ve been reading this year, and why I feel they are… Continue reading OLD BOOKS – Intro
Do the Next Thing
And the heart does not die when one thinks it should We smile; there is tea and bread on the table. “Elegy for N.N.” Czeslaw Milosz (Selected Poems) For over a year now, my teenage daughter has been going through a complex chronic pain journey that has pummeled our family in myriad ways. My last… Continue reading Do the Next Thing
Crisis, Fatigue, Rilke, Prayer
When I go through a season of suffering or crisis, I am rarely able to write about it during or immediately afterward. It takes my soul and mind time to sift through it, to see what heals and how, what rises and what settles. And writing takes energy that is in short supply at such… Continue reading Crisis, Fatigue, Rilke, Prayer