Anniversaries may be an odd occasion to celebrate, but any reason to spend time with my wife is a good one.
Like Henry David Thoreau, I have a house in the wilderness where I escape. Mine just happens to be imaginary.
But I’m a stayer, not a mover.
It’s almost Christmas, so naturally I’m off to the hardware store to shop for my wife.
Mostly, the family recipes my wife and I have no intention of sharing anytime soon.
As Election Day approaches, it’s worth considering where the frightening path we’re on leads.
The local Quaker pastor (and longtime
IM columnist) publishes his 22nd book this month, a funny personal history of faith called Unlearning God. In this excerpt, the author recalls his Catholic boyhood and the doubts that plagued him very early in life.
When my internet went down, I had time to think about all the things I could once—but no longer—live without.
Need a reminder of how inspiring Indiana can be? These folks provide some assistance.
On July 4, we should remember the welcoming spirit that once made us great.