Mourning Crisis Magazine

The last printed issue arrived yesterday. I took time off Latin and Art co-op class prep and actually sat in the living room, savoring the feel of the issue in my hands.

And yet I can understand and almost agree with the editors. I do wish them good luck. I will visit the new website and I will make use, most likely, of the the one-click-printing inside digest feature.

But for Husband and me, it is undoubtedly the end of an era. Crisis Magazine has sat on our coffee table since Numbers One and Two were little: it supported, entertained and gave us reading delight during the bulk of our childbearing years.

One of the articles mentions how printed issues will become collectibles: we have never thrown away a single issue of Crisis. Through all of the years and the many interstate moves that followed Husband's career in Academia, they were packed each time. Through their periodical layout changes we have had friends who would go directly to the pile and enjoy articles after article. Needless to say we have given Crisis subscriptions as gifts more than once. Well, think of it, much more than once. We have surprised and delighted friends with it.

I wanted to, one day, write an article on the Catholic homeschooling life for Crisis. I argued with Husband about how it would fit well in its pages.I got close many times, yet I never did it: to send a letter to the editor. I always knew I would one day. One letter to the editor was written in our living room and printed, but I didn't write it, a friend did.

We will miss it, for sure.