Category: Essays

Once, not so very long ago, my father and I visited my mother’s grave. He and I had roughed out a plan a few nights earlier as we ate dinner around a mostly qui...

  (Editor’s note: Every year, Concordia College hosts the National Book Awards on Campus program.  As part of that program, winners and finalists of the N...

  Today’s essay follows on a paper I delivered late last year at the American Bookworm Society entitled, “Number Our Books: A Socio-Ethnographic Approach,”...

“Romanian brothers, we are under attack! I repeat: we are under heavy attack! We are being fired upon by unknown hostiles. We need help! Come to the areas of co...

One fall near dusk I watched a flock of goldfinches feeding in a stand of sunflowers, and when I stepped toward them from the trail, my body moving among the ru...

      A Cat’s entitled to expect/These evidences of respect./And so in time you reach your aim,/And finally call him by his name. ~ T. S. Eliot  ...

  We saw the black wolf howl before we heard the noise. By the time the sound reached us, the other wolves around the meadow – their heads thrown back and ...

  One “The other day, when you told me it was coming up on five years, for a minute I thought that couldn’t be right,” Amy said as she packed our toiletrie...

  “Sport is a religion,” wrote the Frenchman Pierre de Coubertin, as if barking an order, arms akimbo, “with church, dogma, ritual.” I hear him like a Joycean p...