“Goodnight…” “Goodnight.” “Don’t go to sleep….” “I won’t.” This is the way my brother and I ended each day. Steve was my junior by three years, and the long shadows of evening always filled him with thoughts of phantoms floating...
Read MoreWhere now the horse and the rider? where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harp-string, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the...
Read More“He came to bring us joy.” The thought bounds unbidden into my brain on this chilly February morning. A roseate dawn glimmers above the Emory campus as I hike the hill to the library. Bare trees stand silent in the space between...
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