There’s a billboard about nine miles North of Cincinnati on I71 that advertises for Dusty’s, a store selling marital (hopefully) aids. It pictures the derriere of a woman sparsely clothed in lacey lingerie. It’s appalling. I for one thought surely we had better public decency laws. But I’m not writing to say we need to…

I write starting from the premise that we share the goal of restoring Christendom in and around Cincinnati. This Journal, in part, seeks to chart a course toward that goal. We all approach the question from different angles due to our different natures. I, rather than beginning with a positive vision, want to start by…

You walk out to fetch the paper in a hillside neighborhood overlooking the city. You pause to appreciate the line of houses demurely separated from the street by ivy-covered fences. As your gaze travels up the hill, you stare. A pair of fins emerges just below the horizon, coming out of the shingles of a…

Children learn to form letters, phrase sentences, then to write paragraphs, then essays. In the same way, we have watched our community learn to say hello, to small talk, then to gather and bounce around ideas. But it mustn’t end there.