Trails Worth Hiking

I took the above picture last weekend while out on a hike with Jesse. His 25-pound frame hunkered in a backpack about my torso, he and I hiked some of the trails at Garden of the Gods. It’s a nearby park that I think a national treasure. Set against an oft snow-capped Pikes Peak, huge…

The South, Memory, and Meaning

I miss the South these days, which are odd days to miss it, since it’s being smothered by wet heat like a hot towel in a sauna. Nevertheless, the South is my home, and I miss her. I blame Warren Cole Smith for reminding me. To mark the forty-sixth anniversary of Flannery O’Connor’s death, in…

The Influence of Charles Colson

I have never met Charles Colson, and I shamefully admit I have not yet read any of his books. When I heard of his passing today, I was eating lunch in a busy, cacophonous restaurant with my parents, wife, and infant son. The email announcing Mr. Colson’s death, illuminated on my iPhone screen, broke the…