Stuff in the Basement

My stenosis makes a night like this an impossibility, sadly enough. This is an old one, but it makes my heart swell just to remember. ______...

For years, I've been writing short essays for a local NPR station in Sioux City. It's been great for me and maybe for them as well. ...

Look. If what she wore was the standard wardrobe of the hundreds of fighting men in General Crook's huge expedition in the Powder River ...

  “I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the Lord’ —and you forgave the guilt of my sin.” I never committed adultery—per se. I gue...

  No matter how you look at it, it's not a good picture. Like most all of its contemporaries, it's taken with something akin to a Ko...

How time spent in nature can improve your health The average adult spends more than 90 precent of their day inside, away from nature, and th...

Continued from yesterday, a short essay attributed to me but long ago out of my computer. A Canadian grad student studying the occupation of...

A grad student in Alberta sent me a note to ask if I could tell him where a little essay had appeared so he could include it in a bibliograp...

  “Then I acknowledged my sin to you  and did not cover up my iniquity.” A woman came up to me at a conference and told me how much she’d en...

 

Once upon a time, I had a copy of this high school annual--owned it, in fact, considered it one of my proud possessions because it legitimiz...

  If I wouldn't have had a guide, if I wouldn't have known ahead of time that the Sioux quartzite out there was full of ancient ...

  I'm not sure why B is drying herself off in this illustration; she's clearly fully clothed. I'd guess this image is Sunday Sch...

Don't know if you noticed, but yesterday after putting in the usual "Sunday Med" on this blog, I looked around for a suitable ...