Laurel Good with her son Sam My son Sam was fourteen months old when he first felt the sensation of grass beneath his feet. I lay him on his back on a blanket under a tree so he could watch the wind in the leaves, and he kept his heels in the air [...]
“The world was soon to be set on a course that was proletarian and ruthless; the fire of war was soon to devastate the green shoots that showed above ground in T.S. Eliot’s Criterion, in Tom Burns’ Essays in Order, in the Neo-Thomism of Maritain. The bitter frosts that followed the war were to finish [...]