Most of us don’t fear death so much as the process leading up to it.
Life of Faith
We drank wine, danced with abandon, and caught a glimpse of grace.
She was a staunch observer of sabbath. It took her death for me to appreciate why.
My favorite is a 100-year-old male cottonwood. I call him Grandfather.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “promise.”
Confined by illness, the feminist literary scholar dove into the complete works of V.S. Naipaul and Paul Theroux.
Bone-deep generosity has nothing to do with means and everything to do with desire.
Alan Lightman asks great questions about science and religion. His answers are sometimes frustrating.