Teddy Macker
Teddy Macker lives and works on a small farm in Carpinteria, California with his wife and daughters. His writings appear widely: Front Porch Republic, the Los Angeles Times, Orion, Resurgence & Ecologist, Tablet, The Sun Magazine, and other publications. He is the author of the book of poems, This World (White Cloud Press, 2015; foreword by Brother David Steindl-Rast). His second collection of poetry, Only Mystery, is forthcoming through Archimboldi.
More information may be found on his farm’s website.
Articles by Teddy Macker
In Defense of Our Country: On the Need to Resist AI and AI Data Centers
The holiness of the world: that is the heart of the matter. The doors of perception must be cleansed to see the holiness again.
American Gospel
Are our first principles as Americans, as humans, as creatures, sifted and rightly laid down?
Prophetic Possibilities: A Few Words on David W. Orr and a Healing Vision for America
A healing vision for America, Orr suggests in his writings, is one faithful to the great nearby, to the gospel of the local.
Rowing the Stone Canoe: A Few Words About a Resistance that Looks Beyond Denial and Hate to Healing
Now, what might a nobler, healthier American dream look like?
Brethren of the Same Principle: A Few Words Toward a Better Politics
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…
Responsibility as Destiny: Thoughts on the MAHA Movement
What exactly is health? What do we mean by that word? What is a proper understanding of it?
A Larger Category Than Political Allegiance
Humanity should remain a larger category than political allegiance even as we openly—and, one hopes, bravely—discuss and work through our politics.
The New Alignment
Contemplating this turn of events in our politics reminds me that we human beings have a strong desire for tidy coherence. Sometimes this desire can be a kind of sickness.
The Falconer
A skeptic’s take on such a variety of experience would chalk it up as privileged gonzo larkishness or chest-beating thrill-seeking—an understandable take, one likely partly true. But there was more…
The Deep Spring: A Few Words in Favor of Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
This is the spirituality of a man post-tragedy, post-heroin, post-forty-days-in-the-wilderness. Not the self-pleased, spick-and-span, airbrushed piety we’ve come to expect from presidential candidates these days but practical spirituality.