Fleming Rutledge probes “the strange new world of the Bible” to its mysterious and scandalous depth in the crucifixion of God's son, and diagnoses our deepest need.
The stories in Colum McCann's collection each have thirteen sections that build slowly, surely toward denouement. By the end, a shift in perspective has taken place.
Many take Frost’s 'The Road Not Taken' as an American affirmation to choose one's own path. But in David Orr's reading the twenty-line poem is instead about limits.
I came home early and went straight upstairs to Mary and the baby. As soon as she saw me she began to cry. "What’s the matter?” I asked, already filling with dread.
After he died a bunch of us were playing basketball one night, in one of the parks where we used to play summer-league ball—eight of us. And then this thing happened
Just in time to relieve the post-Oscar doldrums comes the reappearance of Orson Welles’s "Chimes at Midnight," the 1966 adaptation of Shakespeare’s Henry IV plays.
Emerging in the welter of advice to the absent-minded is a technique modeled on crowd-sourcing. Call it crowd recall: We can remember if we stick together.
