Saturday, November 04, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Saturday, October 14, 2017
Saturday, October 07, 2017
Saturday, September 30, 2017

I like to take a break from the news when I’m on vacation, which is how I missed learning that Don D. Moore had died in July at 83. The only comfort in his passing is the chance now to get a word in. Don was one of life’s great talkers?— a man who…

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Family business has kept me on the road this month, shuttling between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, west to Acadiana, north to Natchitoches. Long drives through Louisiana in September mean hours behind a windshield flecked with white —?the leavings…

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Parting the bedroom curtains last weekend on the first cool Saturday of September, I noticed that the patio was alive with birds. Two robins bathed in the backyard fountain, and a couple of mourning doves, solemn as Pilgrims, sat on a low-lying li…

Saturday, September 09, 2017

On the night before Labor Day, as our family gathered in the backyard to catch a few more moments of a dying summer, we finally glimpsed The Croaker, an outdoor visitor that, for the length of the season, had routinely been heard, yet never seen.

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Last month, standing in a park outside Chattanooga as the afternoon sun went dark, I could easily think that nature was mine to shape. I’d traveled to Tennessee with my brother and his friend to watch the solar eclipse, which obliged us by perform…

Saturday, August 26, 2017

With the kids back in school and the suitcases of summer travels emptied and shelved in the closet once again, I’ve been quietly haunted by the words of Henry Southworth Allen, a gifted cultural commentator who worked for many years at The Washing…

Saturday, August 19, 2017

In the early days of fatherhood, I began the school year with a five-minute drive to the carpool line down the street. Now, the trip takes three hours. My teenage son attends a boarding school for gifted kids nearly 300 miles from us. The long dri…

Saturday, August 12, 2017
Saturday, August 05, 2017
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Saturday, July 08, 2017

My wife and I were watching TV in the den a few Fridays ago when a thump at the front door told us we had a visitor. I could see no face through the top door pane, which meant the presence was low to the ground, and possibly of the four-legged kind.

Saturday, July 01, 2017
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Saturday, June 17, 2017
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Saturday, June 03, 2017
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Saturday, May 06, 2017

I was sitting at my desk a couple of Mondays ago, quietly grumbling about the workweek ahead, when word came that my friend Curt Eysink was in trouble. He’d fallen gravely ill on a drive to New Orleans and was in the hospital fighting for his life.

Saturday, April 29, 2017
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017

In 1943, Betty Smith published a novel, “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,” that mentions a little tree thriving against the odds in its urban landscape. I think about Smith every time I see some wild thing trying to make a go of it in a city setting.

Saturday, April 08, 2017
Saturday, April 01, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017

Into the first days of spring, I’ve carried a slender volume, called “Grumbling At Large,” that had landed under last year’s Christmas tree. It’s a small collection of writings by Englishman J.B. Priestley, who was nearly 90 when he died in 1984.

Saturday, March 18, 2017
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Saturday, March 04, 2017
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Saturday, February 18, 2017

A few weeks ago, while returning some pliers to the backyard shed, I saw on the shelf a small figure perfectly made in the image of an owl. It looked like one of those plastic predators some gardeners place on poles as a scarecrow to keep pest bir…

Saturday, February 11, 2017
Saturday, February 04, 2017
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017

In the Sunday afternoons of my adolescence, when there was no football to watch or much else to see on TV, our household viewing typically turned to “Firing Line,” the public television talk show hosted by conservative commentator William F. Buckley.

Saturday, January 07, 2017
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Saturday, December 10, 2016

Maybe you won’t think me a terrible father for those Decembers, not many years ago, when I might briefly wish for the serenity of decorating a Christmas tree without kids.

Saturday, December 03, 2016

A season of political strife has reminded us that we generally don’t do a very good job of listening to each other. One way to learn listening, as Will Schwalbe noted in a recent essay in The Wall Street Journal, is to open up a book and read.