in which Bethany chooses a college. In early April, after the college acceptance packages had come in, Victoria asked Bethany, “Which way are you leaning?” Bethany wasn’t completely sure yet – she wanted to visit the schools again – but she was pretty sure she wanted to go to the art college. The liberal arts […]
At lunch Sunday in the shade and breeze of a large oak beside the cow-punctuated hills that keep the summer air in Bluemont so dry, I gave a friend a copy of Roland Barthes’s Mythologies. Rocket Scientist Friend (hereinafter “RSF”), who was eating with us, took the book, turned at random to the article “Steak […]
Bethany at work in Kenyon’s metal shop yesterday. She and two other sculpture majors share a studio the size of a small townhouse. It has a twenty-five-foot ceiling and its own bay door for installation art. Bethany, however, likes to make miniature pieces. The new studio art building opened while she was in Japan.
Billy, my stepfather-in-law, died last month after a nine-month battle with cancer. During our subsequent four-day visit to Nashville and Columbia, Tennessee, Betty asked me to preach at the funeral, something I haven’t done before. Here’s what I said. Who can sum up a man’s life? The finest eulogies diminish the dead. I can’t say what […]
In the morning, I can read only in her basement. Every other room has someone sleeping in it, usually on a couch or floor. Betty’s house is small, but it’s big enough. One toilet and bath got seven of us through with a little charity. I fixed the toilet yesterday and was treated like a […]