Robert Erle Barham

The past finds us. The lights come on.

Sometimes little boys cry wolf. Sometimes they become wolves, too.

Exactly how far can one page take you?

Close calls, near misses—and a state of gratitude

A survival guide for middle schoolers—and their parents, too

Their presence changes us. So does their absence.

It’s never just a building that goes up in smoke

Violence at school isn’t new. So what is?

Sometimes reality requires an explosion

How do we discern the plot of life?

Independence has its place. Dependence has a bigger one. 

Does loving our neighbor require us to love our neighborhood as well?

Our bodies tell our stories—and prophesy our futures, too

As the new year begins, we do well to consider what is there before us

Treasure from the past surfacing in the present? That’s reason for thanksgiving

On this troubled earth, daybreak can’t come quickly enough

If infirmity shadows us, other kinds of presence do, too

Choreographed struggle on the field. Real struggle all around it.

What can turn an assignment into a feast? A Book of Magic, of course—and a city of magic, too