The timing was exquisite. A voice on the radio, trying to entice viewers to one of those “Survivor”-type reality shows, promised that the program’s competition would be extremely intense. “We don’t play fair,” the voice intoned. “We play to win.” This

How readily we conform ourselves to deformities and distortions

Im not making this up, folks. Thats Bill Clinton, the man who somehow could say he was against the Iraq war from the beginning, making up a story about himself as if he really had been against the war from the beginning. I am tired of politicians making things up with stories, usually prefaced by th

As Lent begins, the Scripture readings from the Book of Exodus tell harrowing stories of a religious minority fleeing persecution in the Middle East. Spending long and difficult years in the desert, the people wonder if they will ever know a stable, non-nomadic life again. A few weeks back the Holy

With good reason, guardians of republican virtue are sounding alarms over the prospect of another Clinton presidency. Should Hillary Clinton return to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in 2009, this time as the principal tenant, and should she receive an extension on that lease, the Clinton and Bush families

According to the Swiss painter Paul Klee, the artist is like the trunk of a tree, drawing up through its roots in the unknown soil below what will bring life to the branches above: leaves, flowers and fruit, a life of which he or she knows nothing. That strikes me as a pretty apt description of the