The Nightstand

Much might be said about the neglect of the history of the American Southwest

Knowledge is a path to love, and so I’m bound to say that the book did change my affection for the place.

"Opportunities that were not available to some due to race, socioeconomic class, or gender became available through industrial education efforts"

One might think that after forty-four years of writing these Sabbath poems, Berry would run out of things to say. But it seems that as long as the trees continue their silent conversion of light to soil, as long as the sun and the moon endure, as long as he has life and breath, Berry will continue his acts of Sabbath praise.

But I suspect that this stirring book will strike a chord with many readers of Front Porch Republic.

Rather than forging a new identity, she returns to old paths. Moana is not following her inner voice. She is listening to the echoes of her ancestors.

Christianity spread because people actually believed Jesus was their Lord and Savior. They believed in miracles not metaphors.

I belong to this place—if not for the next thousand years, at least for the summer. In such a displaced age, even that has to mean something.

Between these extremes, however, is free choice within reasonable limits, which I believe makes the value of community and its deliberative fruits still possible, even within the reality of the fractured and deracinated world in which we are living.

However, in St. Thomas and the Forbidden Birds, James Matthew Wilson shows that the seeds of a rebirth of civilization are to be planted and nurtured in the soil of everyday life.