The Common Good

Nancy Hastings Sehested

Articles by Nancy Hastings Sehested

In the prison-industrial complex, is there hope for redemption?

'Columbine' used to refer to a mountain wildflower. Now it conjures up a national tragedy of teens killing teens.

Just when I become practiced in the art of waving my fist and demanding my rights, I get a divine yank.

The last time Jake saw his mother, he spit on her.

"You don't know what it's like to have a husband, small children, and a congregation. There's no time for prayer."