These points of light are appearing everywhere. They’re real, they’re beautiful, and they may well be the salvation of our republic.
Our country would do well to recover communal singing. Folk songs tell us about our national history in simple words that are easy to memorize. Anthems and fight songs reinforce our shared identity.
If everything is supposedly so great, why are so many of us so miserable?
I like it when neighbors walk by your porch and wave at you. I like it when feral cats creep up the steps to say hello. I like how the windchimes ring.
I don’t think going to Haiti was ever anyone’s idea of a good time, but it certainly isn’t now. In just a week, reports of Haitian cannibalism went from rare to medium rare.
From the church service to the traditional Sunday dinner, there’s a sense of family, community, and tradition that permeates the day.