Dear Nina [Seco], It has been just about a year since your visit, and already we are almost strangers to each other. That is of course primarily my fault, since I am a hopelessly irresponsible correspondent. However, I will try to write once in a while, hoping that you will do likewise. I am quite

Dear Alison, I received your letter Friday on returning from Church, where I had received Holy Communion. And so it seems that in these few years our roles have been reversed: I, who was still seeking then, have found the object of my search; and you are now once more seeking. But this is as

Liebe Eltern, A hot day — too much like summer for San Francisco. I finally finished the thesis and turned it in last Friday, but they don’t get around to sending out the degrees until September, for some reason. For the time being I’m still involved in Chinese things, as I’m helping my former Chinese

NS. 13 Aug, 1964: Yesterday a young Greek, John Karris, came to us, expressing his love for true Orthodoxy and his bitterness over the faithlessness and opportunism of Greeks in America. He has a good voice and knows Church music, but apparently does not even go to church now out of disgust. He is full