At a certain moment in middle age you realize that the old nursery rhyme “Not by the hair of my…
Sarina Gruver MooreApril 6, 2017
Space is important to me. In particular, the space of my office is important to me, not only because it's…
Sarina Gruver MooreMarch 9, 2017
This one goes out to the beltless ones, the ones who forget their music at home, the ones who scrounge…
Sarina Gruver MooreMarch 7, 2017
The deep flood of time will roll over us; some few great men will raise their heads above it, and…
Sarina Gruver MooreFebruary 9, 2017
by Sarina Gruver Moore To be honest: I didn’t want to go to church. To be more precise: I wanted…
Sarina Gruver MooreJanuary 18, 2017
Against Resolutions According to the blogging experts, this is what I should write about in this New Years’ Day post…
Sarina Gruver MooreJanuary 1, 2017
Bethlehem, c. 2 B.C. Of all my children, this one loves me the most. He gently holds my face in…
Sarina Gruver MooreDecember 25, 2016
Year Fifteen Why did no one warn me? It turns out that the fifteenth year of marriage needs a…
Sarina Gruver MooreNovember 2, 2016
One of my colleagues regularly keeps a commonplace book. Commonplace books have a long and interesting history, but they are…
Sarina Gruver MooreOctober 19, 2016
