(Or, Why Steven Pinker Has One)
Some months ago, I received a check for several hundred dollars from Harvard University, because I had been authorized by Presi...
Is the expression “Christian mind” an oxymoron at Harvard? Can the two entities coexist not only in the abstract, but also within the individual? In the rewardi...
When Jesus Came to Harvard by Harvey Cox. Houghton Mifflin, 2004.
In When Jesus Came to Harvard, Harvey Cox, currently a Professor of Divinity at the Harvard ...
As a child, I was fascinated with monsters. And not just any monster would do—it had to be big, ferocious, and savage, capable of drawing fearful gasps from its...
Brokeback Mountain. Dir. Ang Lee. Focus Features, 2005.
A few Saturday mornings ago at a local coffee shop, I overheard a group of middle aged men discussing...
Not even the pouring-down rain could stop the blazing furnace. Bent over, heaving heavy breaths into the crisp autumn air, Daniel wished for a swell of water to...
Such a glorious deception
The heavens stare down
at their reflection
While little do they know or see
The life so far below that be
Beneath the glossy image lie...
A hornets’ nest is easily disturbed. There is a balm
in drums below the loam. It froths forth, settles,
grows. Say the moon makes symphonies of waves
and I will...
A choir boy sings a soft song
And the halls echo with pure flames
A man is softly weeping
Mary looks down on him
And sees sorrow
The choir sings of hope
A w...
I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just gotten my first exam back from Chem 5, and I was terrified to look at the grade. I knew I had not done well; following my high school habit, I had only prepared for the exam the day before. That turned out to be a huge mistake. I looked at my score in dismay: 46%.