What I care about is that a vulgar-talking yam-fascist and his allied goons in Congress are about to savage the American state and the nation it’s supposed to serve.
“Quite possibly, bearing the cross might mean opening our homes to immigrants, confronting our racist uncles at Thanksgiving dinner, taking to the streets, and putting our bodies on the line.”
When I was in fifth or sixth grade my father bought me a King James Bible. It was bound in white faux leather and embossed with gold lettering. My dad was not religious in the slightest (though he had…
Back in the mid-1990s, I excitedly announced to my mother—who had spent a good part of her adult life as the wife of a Southern Baptist minister—that I was going to enroll in seminary. She looked up…
Every so often, a news story of the day opens up into something deeper, broader, something that transcends the moment it was forged in. So it was with Michael Joseph Garza, whom I originally wanted to…
Last month, Utah officially declared that pornography is a public health hazard, approving a resolution that contradicts much of the current scientific research. Regardless of one’s political or moral…
Traveling through India in the summer of 1998, I arrived with some friends at Varanasi’s main train station. Wanting to retrace the steps of characters from Shusako Endo’s novel, Deep River, we made a…
