The biblical understanding of health is not biomedical.

My grandfather’s best summer was the one he spent dying.

In the English Lake District I found companionship in nature, not a cure.

When my father got cancer, we prayed desperately. No answer came. Or did it?

Sourdough microbakeries are strengthening local neighborhood bonds one loaf at a time, though it’s not always as delightful as it looks on Instagram.

By depicting quotidian scenes of workers, neighbors, and strangers at heroic scale, photorealism invites us to reconsider what’s worthy of attention.