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,

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

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

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

Across the counter from me, she’s busy at her work. A new face, I’ve only seen her here a few times. She’s neatly dressed, neatly combed, and I cannot help

A quick word before I withdraw for the night. I was thinking today that I never, ever in a million years thought that I would be the mother of an

The news broke yesterday that the first federal agency is now mandating the shot. Over and over in so many sectors, free speech is being suppressed. The Dallas chapter of

I’ve just come from Mr. Schrock’s office. I’m heading over to the orchard, a captivating, local business with fresh fruits and vegetables and other specialty items that the owner has

In a crowded mall food court, I take my seat. We’ve promised Chick-fil-A to our sons, and if we renege on this deal, we’ll have an insurrection on our hands.

This morning, I cinched up my sturdy Christian underwear and headed out into the tropics, a.k.a. Indiana summer. Running in this heat and humidity is no joke. (But then, I