Stephanie Paulsell teaches at Harvard Divinity School.
My Italian is rusty. When I go to church in Rome and try to follow along, I'm reminded of Woolf's "incessant shower of innumerable atoms."
A student I taught with recalls licking honey from Hebrew letters as a child. My own memories of religious education are less auspicious.
Anthony C. Yu died this spring. I am still discovering the profound influence this teacher had on me.
In To the Lighthouse, two people who don't get along find themselves looking at a bowl of fruit. "Looking together," writes Woolf, "united them."
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