One can only marvel at couples who successfully manage life in community alongside their own needs as spouses.
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I did not expect a great blue heron to visit my neighborhood in northeast Atlanta.
When we heard the weather report predicting another snow storm on its way to Washington, D.C., our hearts sank.
Nights are the worst. I toss and turn, seeking a blessed relief from consciousness that seems to come only at dawn.
A cook is a chemist. All manner of wizardry and wondrous reactions occur in the oven and the mixing bowl.
Hall of Fame pitcher Bob Feller once criticized Little League baseball for its interference in children's spontaneous play.
After finally digging out from the 27 inches of snow that fell on the nation's capital-a city founded on a simple democratic principle: "What's a snowplow?"
Tiesha became nervous as Ann and I took her trick or treating through Columbia Heights. "I hope they don't shoot you two!" she said.
Talk about basic ingredients. Look at a package of pasta sometime: flour. You can't get much simpler than that.
Oops. Actually our 25th anniversary issue is coming up later this fall. I just forgot. I've been forgetting a lot lately since I'm getting older and...what was I saying?
On May 12, 1982, Thony Green woke about dawn to put on the coffee at the Open Door Community in Atlanta.
By now you're probably pretty tired of reading about money and politics, and all the other serious stuff we've packed into this thought-provoking 100-page issue.
Every year, at our family reunion, one more seat of memories and laughter is empty.
Last spring, Sojourners helped to mobilize a broad group of evangelical, pentecostal, black, Catholic, and mainline Protestant leaders to offer a visible alternative to the Religious Right.