“Fallsburg. Calling at Fallsburg,” the announcer said as the train hissed to a standstill. I hadn’t planned to leave the city during my trip, but after elbowing through the swarm upon swarm of tourists, even a day’s escape sounded like heaven. Every town has a list of unmissable sights; however, I found delightfully little written about Fallsburg. When one of the few reviews mentioned what sounded like missing the open arms of a tourist trap, I bought my ticket.
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When I Feel Small
Maybe, though, just maybe, it’s ok to face the fear as a small Whitefoot mouse does. “The little life she had, she loved dearly, and so far she had taken excellent care of it.”
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Happy Public Domain Day, 2026
Veritas Journal is once again celebrating the raft of books, films, and works of art that enter the public domain in the United States today — now free to use, adapt, remix, or do with what you will. Look for a little remixed New Year's gift from Veritas Journal at the end of this article.
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The Film is the Holy Fool: A Conversation with Filmmaker Josh David Jordan
When we try new things, sometimes we feel like a fool. But if we are not willing to be a fool, then we will never know how to start a new thing, or how to make it better. — Fr. John
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The Courage to Let Things Be
And that’s where the heart of the matter lies—not just in how we read a story, but in how we engage the world itself. Do we approach the world to live with it—or to take it apart in order to dominate it?
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In Memoriam — Luci Shaw
What held the browning leaf to its stem so long—a link that lasted a summer’s life time?
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“The Pause”
Original Poetry from Paul Hostovsky
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On Gen Z Reality, McCarthy Adaptations, and AI Obsessiveness
Recent articles of note from the world wide web.
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Ambient
The sound of the rain filled the apartment. It came in through the open windows. Open just enough to let the cool air in too, without getting anything beyond the window sill wet. Before I sat down to paint, I turned on some music: Brian Eno’s "Reflection."
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Buechner on Time
There’s hours for you. It’s inch by inch and hour by hour to death. It’s hours gone and hours still to go. No puzzle there. A child can count it out. But what is time itself, dear friend? What is the sea where hours float? Am I daft, or is it true there's no such thing as hours past and other hours still to pass, but all of them instead are all at once and never gone? Is there no time lost that ever was? Is there no time yet to come that's not here now? There are two things which men can do about the pain of disunion with…
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Merton on Disunity Among Men
As long as we are on earth, the love that unites us will bring us suffering by our very contact with one another, because this love is the resetting of a Body of broken bones. Even saints cannot live with saints on this earth without some anguish, without some pain at the differences that come between them. There are two things which men can do about the pain of disunion with other men. They can love or they can hate.
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Roosevelt on Cynicism (Part II)
Let the man of learning, the man of lettered leisure, beware of that queer and cheap temptation to pose to himself and to others as the cynic, as the man who has outgrown emotions and beliefs, the man to whom good and evil are as one. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer.
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Roosevelt on Cynicism (Part I)
Let the man of learning, the man of lettered leisure, beware of that queer and cheap temptation to pose to himself and to others as the cynic, as the man who has outgrown emotions and beliefs, the man to whom good and evil are as one. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer.
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Hopkins on the World of Wanting
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
