What the Smartphone is Good For (Besides Nothing)
The invaluable works of our elder writers, I had almost said the works of Shakespeare and Milton, are driven into neglect.
Politics as Religion: A Brief Assay Essayed after Midnight
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; / Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
And Then Came The Chickens—After the Bobcat: A Dispatch
Heaven favored me with three successive clement weekends.
Breaking Through the Screen Door: The Jayhawks’ Hollywood Town Hall, Twenty-Five...
A couple of years ago my wife had a minor accident, the kind that results in an older car being mysteriously “totaled.” Before the...
Good Night, Sweet Babe Magnet
It's as if two men are talking fondly about a woman both of them were once married to.
A Few Favorable Words About Jud Heathcote
I understood immediately why Skiles was a Spartan and I was not.
Joyless Moderns
The modern age, in almost every detail, began with the flat rejection of joy. And the modern condition consists in alternately lamenting that there...
Walking in a Dead Man’s Shoes
A woman in another kind of grief uttered the terrible “should have been.”