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We who read Ageless Children’s Literature seldom see a spider without thinking of the dark gang of arachnids from Mirkwood or the gentle, gray Charlotte. We look on the spider and think, friend or foe? We wrestle with whether we love, hate, or simply fear the creature, and perhaps, (because we are very well read), we [...]
At the time, of course, there was no way I could appreciate that we were living in something of a time warp, since a lot of what we were doing was about as out of date as a steam locomotive or a Model T. Maybe ten miles from our 1960s ranch-style house was where my parents [...]
September/October 2022 Issue – Faith, Reason and the Love of Wisdom Sample Content from Our Latest Issue Table of Contents Sample Article To Those Who Doubt Among Outsiders It has been nearly a decade since I redeployed from Afghanistan. I still recall the majestic immensity of the powdered peaks looming in the distance like the [...]
Paintings by Eric Sloane rarely include the human form, although sometimes a farmer is carrying a bucket by an old barn, or a fisherman is casting under a covered bridge. Likewise, paintings by Edward Hopper seldom have people in them, and when they do, Hopper’s people are either alone or couples who look as though they [...]
What would happen if Joseph Pearce's recording of a poem by Thomas Hood was set to a rap rhythm? Someone has tried the experiment, calling the result "Thomas in the Hood". The result might not be great art but it is quite amusing... Poetry as Classic Rap - Joseph Pearce (jpearce.co)
I was with him forming all things: and was delighted every day, playing before him at all times; Playing in the world: and my delights were to be with the children of men. Now therefore, ye children, hear me: Blessed are they that keep my ways. Proverbs 8:30-32 All the world is my palette; all [...]
In May, 1998, I met one of my boyhood heroes, David McCullough. With his death at his home in Massachusetts at age 89, America has lost a national treasure. His writings earned him two Pulitzer Prizes, two Francis Parkman Prizes, fifty-five honorary degrees, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom. In 2012, his native Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, named [...]
Back in the 1980s, I was living in New Orleans in one side of a double shotgun on Dante Street. The other side was occupied by Don, a psychiatrist who played lovely classical piano when he was depressed. Don and I went out a few times, but nothing serious ever happened between us, not even a [...]