The obscured man
This is not a comment about the reasoning of a Slate essayist, who wrote recently that the white Santa is outdated. This is not a
Crafted
My mother died while I was at the beach and so while my children spent their days on the shore, I spoke by phone with
It doesn’t come with a parking spot, but it’s still pretty darn nice
The good people at Image Journal have named me their artist of the month. I like being reminded that writers are artists, and I’m honored
Thanksgiving
We read somewhere that the Pilgrims survived on a few kernels of corn and were thankful, so we settled on an exquisite Thanksgiving torture wherein
On scientism
Those of you who read what I scribble here and elsewhere know I nurse a few curious theories about science, like that it ought to
Eulogy for Mama
My mother was born on April Fool’s Day, and I know there were times when she felt like the world was playing a joke on
Imagination destruction
The latest Conversations on Philanthropy is hot off the presses, and if you subscribe you’ll soon have a copy in the mail. If not, however,
Good guy or bad guy?
One of my sons asked about an historical figure, or maybe it was some living politician whom history will soon forget. My son wanted to
How we talk about good and evil
Those of you who caught my first essay, in which I argued that the layman no longer has adequate language to discuss good and evil,
Words for Good and Evil
The thing is, I’d rather write screenplays. Actually, I’d like to write novels that become screenplays. Or short stories that get spun into TV series.
The lost conservative mind
I recently read Russell Kirk’s The Conservative Mind, and composed a thought about it in relation to the state of this country, which perhaps more
On concession
Some of you may like my latest essay on the Image “Good Letters” channel at Patheos. Others of you may hate it with a fiery
