On this Valentine’s Day, please allow me the personal privilege of writing an ode to my wife of nearly 30…

Last week my mother spent a night in the hospital because of atrial fibrillation.  Her heart gets out of rhythm,…

  Last summer, we’d just passed the bridge at Nijmegen where, 600 yards to the west, hundreds of GIs paddled…

I can’t get Clint Eastwood out of my head. What with that gravelly voice and those death-grip like focused eyes,…

I recently saw this photo floating around the facebook world and have been meditating on it all week. I am…

There have been a few posts here on The Twelve about Mormonism, including two fine recent postings by Jamie Smith…

Maggie Smith, imperious as the Dowager Countess of Grantham, peered at the hapless vicar across from her and pronounced, “You…

Where I live February is the lousiest month. The shortest, but still the lousiest. In ordinary winters, the snow by…

For the past six weeks, we have engaged in a communal conversation about vocation. Bloggers and readers, professors and seminarians,…