Andrew Taylor-Troutman

So many exceptional people work exceptionally hard every day, and especially so this time of year, to make the everyday possible and the holiday even more special.

“I wrote a good omelet…and ate a hot poem…after loving you.” The author of those delightful words, poet and professor Nikki Giovanni, died on Monday.

I have a new book! It’s a significant milestone, even though I’m not at the top of any bestseller lists. I’d love to take a moment and tell you about it.

When they were younger, my kids would interrupt the grace before meals by exclaiming, “Amen! Dig...

‘Tis soup season, and writer Padraig O Tauma recommends adding poems to your recipes as part of the preparation process. He is a brilliant poet; plus, his Irish accent would be melodious even if reciting the fine print of a legal contract.

I’ll start with the tree leaves, especially the golds and scarlets beckoning in the breeze, and the way the sunlight illuminates the back of them like a thousand glow sticks.

For this Thursday’s “Little Big Moments,” here are two stories of post-election allegory and personal experience. May they provide you with a small piece of comfort and camaraderie this week. 

I went to the dentist the day before Halloween. I didn’t eat that morning so that it would be easier to clean my teeth. However, the experience itself brought to mind the ancient practice of fasting before feasting.

Berrying: a tribute to Jack Wonner After the Korean war, Jack worked as a machinist in a paper...

“I forgot the roller coaster!” Our first grader and her brother, who’s in third grade, were...