How the light gets in
byI. I drive south from Fort Wayne—Vera Bradley, Fried chicken, Huggy Bear Motel, Pilot Gas—while the radio stations fade, one by one, into sermons…
Advent
Being Bethlehem
byI. O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet…
Fasting from light
byEditor’s note: The following essay originally appeared in the winter 2012 issue of Geez Magazine. Planning to prepare for and celebrate Christmas brought me…
The mad and the mundane
byAccording to Google (and who would ever argue with them…it?), thrift reached its zenith sometime just before the Great Depression and has been in…