The Years They Pass Like Summer Dew Upon the Grass
I recently finished a really lovely book–Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout. It’s a novel-in-stories—and yes, I’m partial to novels-in-stories—and as I was reading I kept finding myself thinking, “Daaaaaang, I wish I could write like Elizabeth Strout.” But this post isn’t about my own author jealousy, or Elizabeth Strout’s prodigious talents, or even the merits [...]
The Facebook-era Prophet
I joined Facebook a few weeks ago. It was a panicky feeling, reminiscent of junior high, when I looked over at the “friend” list and saw zero. Zero friends! I humbly petitioned my Segullah friends to please be my Facebook friends too. And then I asked my brothers and sisters. And their spouses. And also [...]








