Scott Graber

By Scott Graber It is Sunday morning, and normally I would be sitting — sleepy, and unfocused — in a pew at St Mark’s…

By Scott Graber It’s Friday — I’m in my small, bookcase-lined study — wondering about the pathogen in our midst. This morning, the Wall…

By Scott Graber It’s early Thursday, and I’m in my small, gray-painted, bookcase-lined study. My wife and I are reading the Wall Street Journal,…

By SCOTT GRABER In the 1970s, Beaufort was a small town. If one wanted weekend excitement one had to travel. There was Charleston (Henry’s…

By SCOTT GRABER  It’s Saturday and I’m in Montgomery, Ala., with my wife, Susan, and we’re at the National Memorial for Peace and Justice…