Life by Faith
By Jim Hinch

February 2010

  • Play It

    If I ever leave New York one memory will burn in my mind. It’s an October night, cool and clear. I climb from the 66th Street subway station, cross Broadway and leap up a flight of shallow steps. I’m in the courtyard of Lincoln Center. The Metropolitan Opera House is lit up like a jewel box. A fountain leaps and hisses. Someone’s waiting beside the fountain. It’s Kate. She looks lovely. We’re meeting after work to go to the symphony. We’re newly married, just moved to the city, and on this night everything is perfect and perfectly wonderful.

  • Snow Day!

    It snowed and snowed. Flakes blew past our windows in erratic horizontal streams. The trees in the churchyard bowed with white. It was early morning and already the city was blanketed.

    Frances and I got out the door as quickly as we could. I knew the storm would only increase and I was working at home—story to finish, phone interview after lunch—so it was now or never. Frances is three. It’s never a good idea to keep her inside all day. Even she knows this. “Daddy, I have too much energy!” she sometimes wails.

  • Cold Comfort

    When do you chafe at winter? Is it after the holidays when the lights come down and the deep dark settles in? Or is it April when a late snowstorm pronounces “Hah!” on your dreams of spring?

Jim Hinch is a senior editor at Guideposts. He lives with his wife, Kate, and their two children, Frances and Benjamin, in New York City. Reach him at jhinch@guideposts.org.