In 1955, when the writer Ty Whitely was just a boy playing whist with his mum on the veranda of his family’s disgustingly opulent home, a sturdy breeze blew in, toppling the rose trellises which Whitely and his mother so admired. Read more “You’re History”
Lord, let your ears be open to my prayer.
I know Lord, that your will is mine,
and my will is yours,
when you strengthen my intolerance. Read more “The White House Prayer, 2017”
There is a phenomenon happening, and it is magazine writing. You may not know about it, but it’s all around you, in doctor’s offices, drug stores, and even on your neighbor’s coffee table. If there’s one thing it contains, it’s flip analysis, easy proclamations, and nonsensical introductory clauses. Read more “Is This the Most Prominent Thing in the Nation?”