Front Porch Republic

Without the Incarnation, the philosopher’s death remains incomplete.

There is something life-giving about rooting oneself in a single community—about investing ourselves in a mutual fund, so to speak.

The rift isn’t just about politics. It’s about pace, and place, and respect.

They, for the first time, saw each other’s faces. They shook hands. They gave each other cigarettes, beer, champagne. Exchanged buttons from their coats. One German gave an English soldier a haircut. They ate ham and dark bread. Biscuits, plum…

Holden Caulfield, the 16-year-old “hero” of The Catcher in the Rye, goes to the park mentally or physically on seven separate occasions in the course of the relatively short novel.

Despite the surplus of enchantment discourse these days, the excellent parts of the book are indeed excellent.

Mine is not a left-wing voice of animal rights idealism or return-to-the-land idyllicism. This is just plain old real science.

In Oklahoma, the nature many of us live so close to is a different thing from the concept of “nature” we have internalized.

A happy life is not something out there in the future. It’s not something you make, even.

I can’t help but notice that DEI might be the perfect solution to the politicization of the academy in general, and of the humanities and social sciences in particular.

You have to cut through the glitzy, loud elements—the carnival rides and the tractor pulls and the cotton candy—to see the heart of the fair...

Dependent Rational Animals offers both a satisfying philosophical exclamation point and a sorely needed ethical and political vision appropriate for the struggles of our own day.