If He Posted Every Day, Could It Be This Good?

Tony Woodlief is back on track, with a tale of fences, dogs, and small boys, one of whom, with Jack Benny timing, must ponder quite a while deciding whether he'd rather sacrifice a red ball, or Daddy, to a furry predator next door. Tony (his writing, we don't know him, but we think we do) is the purest example of Deep Real Feeling, funny without the tell-tale superior flourish.

His is not a cloistered virtue.

I read somewhere that most people are never more than eight feet from a spider. Spiders are ubiquitous and secretive. Suffering is like that, everywhere and hidden.

Sometimes we've been bitten, sometimes we're oblivious. It might be good, especially for Lent, to step carefully among the invisible spiders, offering gentle kindness to those who appear to be just fine.