It is typical summer weather in Moscow.

It’s four more years, and if history’s taught us anything, it’s that you can gas a lot of people in four years.

Something about last week—Tuesday night, Wednesday noon—made me want to see the Princeton University Players' production of Into the Woods.

Once a long time ago, on a dampish isle some miles off the coast of France, C. S. Lewis wrote, “Flippancy is the armor against God’s Grace.”

The big story to come out of this election was pretty boring.

Thirty years ago, Gil Scott-Heron, a black poet and songwriter, wrote the song “Winter in America.”

It has been two days since we declared war on the relationship between Joe and his girlfriend, and the battle is going well.