Stuff in the Basement

Now constantly there is the sound, quieter than rain, of the leaves falling. Under their loosening bright gold, the sycamore limbs blea...

No top ten list of the 20th century's most enduring faces would be complete without a little man from Austria-Hungary who sported a h...

Old Aristotle had it right about tragedy, methinks. We watch a good person fall, and we can't help feeling pity. After all the guy ha...

“ Relent, O LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants.” Psalm 90:13 For too many years—and not always by ch...

What George Will calls America's "quiet catastrophe" is as striking as his recent Washington Post op-ed claims it is.  A...

(continued from yesterday) Father Christian Hoecken was called, by some, "the Kickapoo Father" because of his ministry to the...

In 1832 in New York City, 100 people died of cholera. Of those 100, 98 were buried in a potter's field, a graveyard for the indigent...

They're called slurries. Sounds innocuous enough, but they aren't. Not at all. Slurries can wipe out entire neighborhoods, entire...

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf's a flower," saith Albert Camus. Maybe. Even if every leaf's a flower,...

“Teach us to number our days aright,  that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12 I stopped for gas, downtown, stuck in my...

I'd like to know Mrs. Arie Franken, at least more about her than Google can discover, why she sat down and wrote this passionate poem...

We move amidst a world today Of unrest, clamor and dismay; A world steeped high in guilt and sin; That has no love or peace within; I...

There is not one blade of grass. There is not one color in the world, That is not intended to make us rejoice. He did well, I thou...