Yes I am, and I just can’t let go.

Something of that odd winter cheer comes through for us in our poem this week, Robert Frost’s “A Winter Eden.” 

Longfellow does give us, in the final stanzas, a moral to the poem, and that perhaps is not to our contemporary tastes.

The poem is full of suggestions, questions, possibilities, and not much by way of answers.

Far be it from us to forbid people to derive comfort from tacky but innocent art. But far be it also to hold persons and their works above criticism because we like their politics.

Burns lives on through his words and America can live on, too, if we can remember who we are and the value of what we hold in our hands.

In spite of its title, "Christmas Bells" is better read on July 4 than on December 25.

Thus privilege shall perish, and from the remaining rubble you can thank the very model of a modern SJW!

The Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division’s recognition of Yale’s discriminatory admissions process is a pleasant surprise to Americans weary of racial double standards.

So, Mitt Romney Schifffted gears; And we listen to them grind, Like his teeth, because the nation’s Left him very far behind. For the moment, […]

Qassem Soleimani, rest in pieces.

The musical adaptation of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, "Christmas Bells," is gorgeous. But it isn't really about Christmas.