My Friend Was in the Valley
From my front porch, the river banks of North Carolina’s mountains held. But not from his.
From my front porch, the river banks of North Carolina’s mountains held. But not from his.
Sometimes, the best thing a parent can do is nothing at all.
The movie seems much more complicated now than it did in 2012.
Images from the past weekend showing some of the devastation in Florida, Georgia, North Carolina, and Tennessee
A computer for your face—now with AI. What could go wrong?
On loving and losing the Oakland A’s
I mean, it’s one kidney. What could it cost?
Let me remind everyone that Walz is, in fact, a politician.
On the National Mall with the RFK-to-MAGA pipeline
Accusing people of “shouting ‘Fire’ in a crowded theater” isn’t sufficient grounds for regulating what they say.
Helene is a harbinger of relentless storm seasons to come.
Voters know all they need to know—especially about Trump.
The historically bad season for the Chicago ball club still fell short of one all-time low.
Kris Kristofferson’s songs couched intimate moments in cosmic terms, pushing country in an existentialist direction.
Instead of a truth-teller in his own community, Vance as a candidate has become a contemptible and cringe-inducing clown.
Romney has good reason to fear Trump’s vengeance.
How Nasrallah’s death remade the strategic landscape
The virus is not going away, and Donald Trump or Kamala Harris will have no choice but to deal with it.
They’re not making me any healthier or happier.
Many people who take GLP-1 drugs find that their cravings disappear. I went to a Buddhist monastery to try to understand why that doesn’t feel like enlightenment.