Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
My dad died in my sleep. 2:35 AM in an upstate New York hospice; 11:35 PM in a Southern California house. A text saying to call and two
Don’t ask me for grace. Not because I don’t want you to have it, for I certainly do. But I can’t give it to you.
How to be really great Your life will be immeasurably great — incalculably awesome — if you put others in place of … you. We
I often vow not to hope, and always break that vow. And the next thing I’m supposed to say is that finally my hopes are