Several years ago, my sons and I built the birdhouse that now hangs on our deck. We waited for the locals to find and use it, but for one reason or another they didn’t. One season a family was started on the rafters of the deck—some kind of finch, I think—yet the house remained unused….
Don’t be fooled about who needs fairy tales: every adult who has forgotten what real things are like, who has been a tad snappish lately, who has felt faith slip. Every one of them needs fairy tales—I do, certainly. I know this is true, but I still wonder at the fact. What is it about…
Maybe it was a sharp word spoken in frustration, maybe it was the dozen times I had to remind myself to focus on the dinner conversation, or maybe it was the muscles in my legs crying out as I climbed the stairs. Maybe it was the combination of all those things, and the flurry of…
There’s a rich resource I’d like to share with you, and the great news is that you won’t have to search the internet for it, nor do you have to buy it. It’s inside each of us. It’s possible you’ve forgotten how to tap into it, or maybe you’re out of practice, but it’s still…
A line from one of C.S. Lewis’s essays has poked its head up with the daffodils; it comes from “On Stories,” and it’s one of those beautiful things that a person can’t help but share. He writes, “No man would find an abiding strangeness on the Moon unless he were the sort of man who…
It is fitting that we begin on the roof. Long ago, when my parents first taught me to enjoy stories, I desired adventure and often found it on the top of our house. Yes, the somewhat dizzying height and challenge of walking upright on slanted asphalt shingles was an adventure. Yes, it felt daring to…
