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If people recognize Harriet Beecher Stowe, it is as the author of Uncle Tom’s Cabin. But she was also familiar…

I got Covid last week, and it knocked me right out. Which meant I spent a lot of time on…

Everyone was quite certain that the Lord was teaching us a painful lesson by withholding the rain.

The title of today’s RJ blog is borrowed from a chapter title in a book of essays by the late…

One of my first tastes of freedom was driving a car, alone, with sole control of the radio. It was…

It’s tomato season.  I’m not sure I can convey the physical weight represented by those three words. The eight Roma…

We’re not talking about a language, or a dialect, or even current slang, but rather those little ways of speaking…

I don't know where Dad got his hair cut regularly, but I remember that a trip to Cedar Grove, just…

I climb the Canadian shield. Here where ancient gray rocks show their bare glacial polish and fall craggy into water.

It's the beginning of a new school year--my 51st consecutive year of beginning school since I first toddled off to…