Nadya Williams

Wendell Berry's Port William novels invite reflection on whether the meek might not, after all, inherit the Earth.

‘Christians Reading Classics’ is an engaging and thoughtful companion for the journey into the afterlife of the Greco-Roman classics.

Parenting can foster an intellectual life no less inspiring than one outside the home.

When my middle son was two years old, my husband and I counted up, just for fun, all the foods this opinionated boy was willing to eat at the time. We topped out at 25—although that required counting sliced apples, applesauce, and apple juice as separate items. Rounding out the list: yogurt, plain waffles, grapes, other fruits, cherry tomatoes, plain rice, hot dogs, and dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. Once, during the Covid shutdown, my local grocery store freezer was all out of dino-shaped nuggets, so I got the oval-shaped ones instead. It was a very sad night at the Williams house.

Using AI to write is a disordered and deforming means of fulfilling a good desire. The church must offer something better.

P.D. James’ ‘Children of Men’ is no longer fiction.

Both a Soviet sci-fi writer and an Oxford don just happened to write novels about heads that live without their bodies. But both couldn’t have been further apart philosophically.

In our age-segregated society, I’m grateful for the elder saints who counsel and invest in my children.

If you want to fall in love with America, take a road trip—and talk to people you meet along the way.

A new book joins a growing corpus on enchantment.