The first time I opened the Gary Saul Morson article on Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn at The New Criterion, the color in the icon box and on the masthead was yellow. Soon enough, it had turned a lovely shade of purple. Now it’s red. Apparently, the color gets changed each month. While it’s tempting to just keep… Read More Working My Way through the Words
It seems like ages ago, but it’s really only about two weeks, I think, that Jessica sent me a link to a Magnum Photos post by Gueorgui Pinkhassov and asked what I thought of it. I didn’t have much of a response then, but I had not given the piece enough attention. I’d like to… Read More A Reply
The biggest problem with a deciding to pursue a goal, such as writing one thousand words a day, is that rules start to creep in. “Just write one thousand words a day,” I told myself, and I imagined that the words might be typed up for one or two blogs, written in a journal, maybe… Read More Whose Goals?
Without a relationship to the Infinite, to God, man is not free. If humans are created by other humans, then we are slaves. I just finished chapter eight in The Religious Sense by Luigi Giussani, and what a chapter it is! The title of the chapter is “Consequences of the Unreasonable Positions Before the Ultimate… Read More The Center Cannot Hold Without God
As I typed in the date, I realized that today is the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I had not heard her story until I was working as staff writer at The Denver Catholic Register, and when I did “meet” her and Juan Diego, I was enchanted. When the kids were little, I bought… Read More Do We Expect Too Much of Artists?
Here I am again, with my fingers on the keyboard, my eyes on the clock, and nary a thought in my head. At least, no thoughts about what I’d like to write about, but it’s not even that simple. I guess there are plenty of things I’d like to write about, but I don’t seem… Read More A Woman in Fourteenth-Century Norway
I envisioned a day of reading. I imagined I’d dip into eight of the ten books in the basket on my desk, but my wacky sense of time means that, when comparing what I plan to accomplish with the time available, there will always be an excess of what I want to accomplish. I dipped… Read More Visions of Words on the Page
It has been a strange day. Early in the afternoon, I was on the phone with Luke when Dennis came into my studio and said, “I’m sorry, but I need to interrupt.” He then told me that Henry and Sam had just come in the house after a man in a truck stopped to tell… Read More Snow and Murder
It has been a strange and busy day. I am just sitting down to write now, at 9:41 p.m. When I was younger, I made efforts to keep in touch with family and friends, spending a fair amount of time on the phone each week, but it all changed at some point, probably around the… Read More Clocks? Maps? No, Thanks
Today I want to deal with chapter eight of Beauty Will Save the World by Gregory Wolfe, but I make no promises. One of the links I gave you in yesterday’s post went to a piece at Dappled Things called “Purifying the Source.” It was published a few years ago, as part of a series… Read More Filtering Out the Wrong Interpretations