I have said to many that the current place where I live reminds me the most of the farm that I grew up on. Even though I moved a fair amount early on, even though I lived in Montana, and even though Stamford is only a 45 minute express train out of New York City, the spaciousness and natural expanse of the rectory’s back yard (and field beyond) reminds me the most of the acreage–the “north 40”–that was adjacent to our farmhouse in northern Minnesota. Space matters. And place leaves an indelible mark. Click here to read the complete newsletter.