It was autumn in the garden and all the grim stuff that happens as winter sets in — death, rot, shrivel and retreat — made for a thing of beauty. Read more.
Every year at this time we have a bunch of turkeys at our house. One comes in a shopping bag; the others arrive on their own two feet. Read more.
By Barbara Falconer Newhall Is ours a strictly mathematical universe? Are those stems, leaves and buds pushing up out of the dirt in our front yard no more real than so much digital code, a string of fibonacci numbers? A recent NOVA segment, “The Great Math Mystery,” suggests that maybe that outrageously purple columbine blossom bobbing in a
To my mind, given our evolutionary origins, there can be no original sin. God’s sin, maybe — but not human sin, not inherent human depravity. Read more.