I desperately cling to the idea of America because, over the course of my life, I’ve known too many immigrants who saw us (yes, us, with all of our problems) as the last best hope. My mother had a friend who escaped the Armenian genocide. As a boy, he saw a woman’s baby cut from..
The Bill Gothard Mess.. Somewhere, out on the prairie, a weary, broad-shouldered rancher settles down on a log by the fire. His wife is nearby. She’s gorgeous. She wears cowgirl denim and a blouse tight enough to reveal the Almighty’s blessings without causing pandemonium amongst the hired hands. She slides down onto..