Our basement is weird. Even weirder than the typical Midwestern basement. In one room, a pulpit faces a window looking out on an enormous oak

Reading Life through the Greatest of Books
Our basement is weird. Even weirder than the typical Midwestern basement. In one room, a pulpit faces a window looking out on an enormous oak
Last week, I had the joy of watching my husband watch The Lion King on Broadway. I’d already seen this magnificent show several times, but
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“Who’s Goliath?” The past week, I’ve entrenched in Christmas concerts and rehearsals with a community college, a public high…
Maybe it’s because it’s Lent or maybe because I played for a funeral on Saturday, but I’ve been thinking a lot about death. Okay, actually,
I read ten books in February and, as usual, my reading tastes are unpredictable. The genres I enjoyed range from speculative fiction to poetry to
Yesterday, several people asked me what I was reading. When I replied, “Abraham Kuyper’s The Work of the Holy Spirit” and showed them this thick