Five Years With Dorothy Day
I met Dorothy Day in the fall of 1975, when I was 19.
One Table at a Time
“Have another,” urges Sister Mary Tacheny, passing a plate of buttery, made-from-scratch cookies. She nibbles her own slowly and with obvious pleasure.
A Most Particular Vocation
Most families who live at Catholic Worker houses of hospitality or farms recall that Dorothy Day showed some ambivalence toward families in the Catholic Worker movement.
Is it a comedy or a tragedy? Or is it a farce?
Books and Culture
It is difficult, if not impossible, to overstate the dramatic changes in American religious life in the mid- to late 20th century.
Any organization shrouded in secrecy casts a powerful spell over the imagination.
On khokmes, as they say in Yiddish (but seriously), nobody, not even a veteran scholar like Professor Sachar, could compress the whol
Long, sweeping shots from the air reveal a sullen winter landscape.
Sometimes when I see a movie with a friend in which a mean-spirited character finally gets his (or her) comeuppance, I’ll say jokingly, It’s