Don writes: My brother once asked me if I had watched Bill Hader’s show, “Barry,” and I said I hadn’t yet. He immediately asked me why I hate Bill Hader. I don’t! I am a fan. But now, whenever Bill Hader comes
The desert of southeastern Utah is a wilderness of flat-topped mesas, jutting buttes and plunging canyons. It is a fantastical landscape, the kind of scenery that pulls your thoughts toward things not quite of this earth. Indigenous people from the region have
She called her mother. What did birth-control pills do to you? she asked. It was terrible, her mother told her, and it took months to figure out. The first attack was just days before her wedding. She started on birth-control pills weeks
Very few religious leaders are able to inspire political action on the part of large numbers of people who don’t share their church, their denomination or their faith. Yet the Rev. Dr. William Barber, senior pastor of Greenleaf Christian Church in Goldsboro,
These were the years of Kevin Sorbo’s Hercules, Lucy Lawless’s Xena and renewed popular interest in Greco-Roman mythology generally, which became my fourth obsession. My mother recorded their exploits so that on weekends I could watch the demigods play policemen to the
I. He is 73, with a long, woolly beard, like someone’s version of Father Time. He lives in a hand-built shack with no electricity or running water, nearly eight miles up a forgotten dirt road in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California,
I. He is 73, with a long, woolly beard, like someone’s version of Father Time. He lives in a hand-built shack with no electricity or running water, nearly eight miles up a forgotten dirt road in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California,
I. He is 73, with a long, woolly beard, like someone’s version of Father Time. He lives in a hand-built shack with no electricity or running water, nearly eight miles up a forgotten dirt road in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California,
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I. He is 73, with a long, woolly beard, like someone’s version of Father Time. He lives in a hand-built shack with no electricity or running water, nearly eight miles up a forgotten dirt road in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California,
I. He is 73, with a long, woolly beard, like someone’s version of Father Time. He lives in a hand-built shack with no electricity or running water, nearly eight miles up a forgotten dirt road in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California,