The wonders, and cruelties, of winter are here
As I write, it’s 38 degrees and rain is falling. We always seem to be just a few degrees away from snow.
Dreaming of a white Christmas in 1942
At this time of year, our minds turn to Christmas, Santa Claus and snow.
Dreaming of another Earth, not yet tainted
There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.
Explaining the essence of self-discipline
The attitude of our fallen human nature is not very nice; in fact, the word depraved is commonly used.
A remembered Christmas: The tree, the dinner, the love
I remember Christmas! Doesn’t everyone?
LETTER TO THE EDITOR: The promise of hope and the real reason for the season
I’ll start with the understatement of the year: 2020 hasn’t been great.