On the bottom row of our family room bookshelf, I have placed art books. Big
picture books. Bright with blue and yellow for van Gogh, grayed pink for
Michelangelo, gold-tinted for scripture illuminations.
They killed the dogs last night. Gunshots and panicked yelps then—for the first
time in two months—silence. Now I’m walking two blocks toward the river on the
way to the
A freshman student in an introductory class sent the following justification for
purchasing an e-book for single variable calculus: “I prefer e-books almost
exclusively, because of their CTRL-F feature.” With images from Dr.
When I was a child the only truly magic spaces were stores. Giving money to
another person across a counter was the most highly charged experience
imaginable, and when it was combined with
