That Sunday night, I had to push myself to go to church, to listen to the still small voice of should in order to get

There has never been a great movie about John Brown. Seriously, hard as it is to believe, no one has ever done a blockbuster about

The title and not the author first caught my eye–Prairie, by someone named Muilenburg, not an unfamiliar name in the neighborhood. I found a copy

When finally we came to the place on the highway where he was killed, I realized neither of us knew exactly where it was–specifically, under

An extra day in Topeka, Kansas hadn’t been on our agenda. The car wasn’t repaired yet, three days later.  It had been, from the get-go,

I can’t argue with anything Thomas Goodhart offered us here yesterday. My first perceptions of nuclear war came when, as a grade-schooler, we snuck under

I don’t know how long it took me to think about how strange it is that everything is “sioux” around here–Sioux City, Sioux Falls, Sioux

It’s going to hurt me to say it. Honestly, it feels like a kick in the shins, a sharp stick in the eye, but I

I am no expert, no theologian, no art historian; but for what it’s worth, I think Tintoretto had it right because the scene must have