I love Thanksgiving. It’s the best American holiday — besting July 4, if only because the celebrations don’t scare the…

Do the people in publishing have a way with words? Meh. Rather, the published words have a way with people. …

I grew up with Knight Rider gyrating down narrow roads at 200 miles an hour. I started a rock band…

Few things in the cultural landscape are instantly recognizable as quintessentially American: Elvis, apple pie, and the diner. In fact,…

In the penultimate scene of 1979’s The Brood, mentally disturbed Nora Carveth gives birth to something — not a human…

FRANKLIN, Pa. — As I approached this idyllic Western Pennsylvania town last Saturday afternoon, admiring the gorgeous fall foliage along…

The soul, the mind, and the hand; where is the education that nourishes them all, and in relation to one…

In a show of my love for modernity, I have been watching Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, which, by the…

In the not-so-distant past, conservative entertainment options were usually inflicted by the very serious plague of cringe. Think of the…

For some time now, people have been dying like crazy. I am against death because it seems to me to…