In the kitchen of my country home today, the windows are open. Feeling the cool breeze, smelling the fresh air, hearing the sounds of life on The Three, it all

Yesterday while we were walking, I was picking the expansive brain of the venerable Mr. Schrock. I’d posed a question to him about men who marry women that have suffered

We’ve traveled to a distant city to meet some friends. After months of lockdowns and isolation, seeing them again is food for the soul and health to the bones. It’s

Dear Mother of Jonah, We have never met, you and I, but I feel a certain kinship with you. Here’s why: we’ve both had running-away boys. You’ve never heard of

If there ever was a message my country is needing, it is this… As the mother of four boys, I am well acquainted with the need for prayer and the

It’s a cold winter’s day. On the campus of Hillsdale College, the choir has gathered to practice in the gorgeous cathedral, Christ Chapel. He takes up his folder of music,

Things are heating up around here. Our Poli-Sci Guy showed up on the back stoop last night, and the revolving door we’ve got keeps on turning. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. This

We’re sitting on the tarmac. Our departure time has come and then gone. “We have some VIP traffic right now,” the pilot says, “and all lanes are frozen.” Mr. Schrock

In some of my recent interactions with folks out and about in the world, I’ve been reminded again of something that troubles me greatly. And that is this–that women can

Glancing to my left, I see him. A young Hispanic gentleman with bleached-blond hair’s approaching. We start with the weather. From there, he moves to his current accommodations, his broken-down