Paul Farmer is a humble force of nature, if that's possible.
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I came to the capital for a one-year internship, like so many Washingtonians, believing I'd get my fill of city life and move on to greener pastures, literally.
Sojourners: I would like to hear generally about your trip to Iraq, but specifically, I'm really interested in your experiences as a musician and a songwriter there. How did it come about that you were a part of this delegation anyway?
Sam Phillips spread the blues, broke racial barriers - and left a mixed legacy.
One last time, the Man in Black brings his music, and love, to the Carter Family Fold.
The beer-commercial sensibility of deliberate, cultivated empty-headedness is pervasive.
Even if Christendom is only a vague European memory, the United States suffers from a sort of Constantinian hangover. The Emperor Constantine just won't go away.
Miles and miles of two-lane blacktop crisscross the rural South, forming a web of connections among myriad small towns with declining populations and evaporating economic base