Woodlief, Tony

Most of us have never endured war amidst our homes and so we can only imagine, if we care to, the terror that drives...

So I’ll just begin with an admission that I know it’s crazy and macabre and most certainly narcissistic. What I’ve been doing in my...

Maybe you’ll like my latest Image essay, about the struggle for single-mindedness among we sophisticated, double-minded types. Here’s an excerpt: “The soul will follow the...

The thing is, I lied about being able to dance when I was courting my wife. How often do people dance any more? Sure,...

Tonight I made my way home through rain driven from a shrouded sky. It struck the scorched asphalt, and everywhere was steam. I remembered...

My youngest boys, Isaac and Isaiah (10 and 7), depart today for a week-long summer camp, which is a cause for excitement on their...

From my latest essay at the Image Good Letters site: I am a tense and irritable man with occasional bouts of cheerfulness tempered by fatalism....

Seven-year old Isaiah found a small desk in the back of our garage and claimed it. “I want to paint it red,” he said....

Like many, I passed this spring through Lent. It felt longer than in past years, because there has been a kind of Lenten work...

A society doesn’t capsize all at once; it leans by degrees. It tilts, and the opinion mavens who are its deckhands rush about reassuring...