Jo Page

In Abraham Verghese’s novel, Cutting for Stone, the miserly, mythical Baghad merchant, Abu Kassem, wore tattered and torn...

I think I don't vacation well. At least, not here. Not where I am now. Which is, ostensibly, on vacation. I think I know why. I've been...

Several years ago on successive Thursdays I congregated, along with other clergy and other supporters of their services, in front of...

Please. If you want to show how holy you are or impress people with the sincerity and fidelity of your faith, just—please—stop peppering...

If you can believe the incredible irony of this, U.S Customs and Immigration has recently distributed a flyer at detention centers across...

One of the peculiar things that has happened since I’ve been living alone, no longer married, the girls out of the house, no longer...

I have spent the last few months reading A Serious Book about Serious Books. Morning, Noon and Night: Finding the Meaning of Life’s...

It’s hard to say if recent personal events have freakishly affected my Netflix habits, but certainly I feel the weight of these times...

Real parish life isn’t as tantalizing as PBS’ “Grantchester” (nor most clerics the eye candy of James Norton’s priest, Sidney Chambers), ...

Now technically speaking, I do not live “off the grid.” Which is, I suppose, a good thing because I never intended to. That said, I never...

In the interest of not offering any spoilers, I won’t name the brilliant and best-selling novel I just read--oops, too late!---set during...

“…faith begins at the point where atheists suppose it must be at an end. Our faith begins with the bleakness and power which is the night...

Lord, you can help when earthly armor fails us; You can save when deadly sin assails us. --hymnwriter Matthaus A. von Lowenstern,...

When I was asked by the staff of the New York State Writers Insitute to introduce and moderate a discussion with Emily Witt of her book,...

I grew up in a house full of women—my mother, my sisters, our dog--my father having died when I was nine. Like my own mother, I became a...

Remember how T.S. Eliot in “The Wasteland” famously called April “the cruelest month”? Indeed, he did, complaining about lilacs “breeding...

When Christmas falls on a Sunday you can bet that the sanctuary, candle-gleaming and chock-full at the Christmas Eve service, will be...

Consider Mary. That Mary. As in the Virgin Mary.The Virgin Mary? Well, what does that even mean? When I think of “virgin” I think of...

It’s Monday of Thanksgiving week and I am sitting in the tidy cottage that is my older sister’s house on Cape Cod. We are planning to...

Tomas Moore (1779-1852) and Thomas Hastings (1784-1872) were from Dublin and Litchfield County, Connecticut, respectively, and there is...