Homeward Bound

I’ve always hated that feeling that I’m missing something. It never fails to gnaw at me, to cause me to toss and turn at night, and make me ...

I once had the opportunity to interview a former Securitate interrogator while researching a book I was working on. To those unaware who the...

  There isn’t very much that is redeemable about Voltaire, but you’ve got to hand it to the old powdered wig wearing curmudgeon, he did come...

Remember way back when a small number of individuals sounded the alarm insisting that the next frontier in human depravity was pedophilia? I...

  I’m angry, and I will not pretend otherwise. I’m angry, and I won’t try to bite my tongue, hold back, or sugar coat anything for the sake ...

  It must be horrifically exhausting knowing that someone has dirt on you. Not only that but having that dirt used as leverage to make you p...

  Sometimes I wonder if God is a musician. No, that is not sacrilegious; it’s just one of those things that I find myself contemplating when...