Some books are best read in fall, after the smell of salty air and sunscreen has returned to memory, and as you find yourself wondering where exactly summer went.
Evangelicals inflicted misgovernment and disgrace on their fellow Americans to overturn Roe. Quite possibly, their fellow Americans will not thank them for it.
Traditionalism can seem trendy and countercultural, but it is the constancy, not the theatricality, of the Church that offers meaning in a secular world.
“When Sonny died, I hadn’t stepped foot in a church in twenty years. Not to get married, not while I was going through chemo, not when my husband left me.”
Jamel Shabazz photographs a collective portrait of New York, documenting the varying degrees of humility that life in the city forces most of us to adopt.
The invasion of Bucha may be over, but its residents’ lives are shattered and the horror continues as they mourn their dead and process the destruction.
Inspired by the Welsh artist Gwen John, Celia Paul—one of England’s leading painters—reflects on the candor and vulnerability required for great portrait painting.
It’s no secret that racism is pervasive in the Church. The fight for Black Catholic education and vocations in the 1960s and 1970s showcases one striking example.
