This being our special issue on the environment, I must preface my remarks about wanting to strangle the squirrel in my bedroom wall...
As I begin my 30th year at Sojourners, it seems appropriate to take a modest look back at the enormous impact I have had on the magazine...
Without guns, one cannot shoot things, where would that leave us?
It's morning in Iraq, or, depending on your time zone, afternoon. Then again, it could be late at night, and you're wondering where the day went.
Remember the TV commercial where a man is walking down a dark city street and nervously glances back at two shadowy figures?
As our nation prepares for war against—depending on the mood of the president—al Qaeda, Iraq, or unnecessarily big words (such as "civil liberties"), it is a sober time in America.
Why can't really scary diseases have really scary and obvious symptoms?
Those of you just back from vacation might need a quick reminder about the state of the world. It's not good.
Some readers have complained that this column has become too personal, too focused on my being a great father, an award-winning art director, and a god-like figure to the rest of the staff.
The wise man built his house upon the rock.
Since Sojourners is a bimonthly magazine, you depend on us to cover the breaking news, with up-to-the-minute commentary on hot stories like Afghanistan which, by the time you read this, should be well on its way to becoming an independent democracy.
Those of you in the hinterlands—when you’re not taking care of your hinter—are probably wondering what life is like now in Washington, D.C., the nation’s capital...
This has been a year of major milestones for our family, not the least
of which was the realization that I might finally be allowed to use our bathroom.
Why shouldn't kids be allowed to have their fun, for gosh sakes?
It's no surprise that humans are smarter than roundworms. Well, most humans, anyway.
I was either having a major cardiac event or was standing in a pool of water being repeatedly struck by lightning.