People of the Book

The smell of musty paper, the look of newly white or agedly yellow leaves, the whispered sound of a turning page—none of those things affects me like so many (so, so many) of my friends. I don’t know why. I actually admire that sentiment in others; I just don’t have...

What Is God’s Will?

Everyman: Want to go get something to eat? Her: Sure. Everyman: Where do you want to go? Her: Wherever you want is fine. Everyman: How about [placeholder-for-anywhere-he-names]? Her: Oh, maybe not there. Everyman: [muttered euphemisms then resignation that she can...