Stuff in the Basement

Truth be known, I've never been a good reader. My wife is a good reader: she can and does put her life on hold when a good book has a...

“ I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from?” Psalm 121:1 I wasn’t sure where my daughter’s question came from...

Here's the score, and it's not good. From a high of about 48 to today's low of 38--and this is a composite of all major polli...

It's just a few hours away now. All kinds of weird things are already going on in Washington, where sports bars are opening early, tur...

For those of us who experienced one of the most horrible nights of our lives on November 8, 2016, who either tried to sleep with or woke u...

So it turns out, finally, that much of the tour you take around Catherland, out in south-central Nebraska where Willa Cather grew up, ac...

Not all the memories are sweet. If you read the fine print, you'll discover there was a boarding school at the agency, with dormitori...

“ I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from?”  Psalm 121:1 Car-makers know something about the American ...

Then, Sunday night, Betty and Glen canceled Fellowship Disciples, which was, as the whole group knew, supposed to meet at their place tha...

Perhaps I shouldn't have written this story. I'm sure the idea arose, long ago, from my sense that the business/busyness of ch...

In the cold of January, fifty-plus years ago, I sat in a car full of guys, my cased 16-gauge double-barrel in my hands, heading out to s...

Okay, I joked about it. I'll admit it. When we moved out into the country, I used to tell people--only close friends--that moving out...

Karen Edelman Williams had never been here before, never seen unending fields of corn and soybeans amid the tawny prairie grass, never see...

“Praise the LORD, O my soul. Praise the LORD.” Psalm 104:35 The truth is, I’d love to play slo-pitch.  A good friend, even older ...