They’re simple because hunger is simple, and profound because feeding another being is profound.

Each deportation cuts a channel through our community, like water carving through unprotected soil.

We’ve survived worse than this. We’ve faced bigger threats than this. Every time, enough people stood up and did the necessary things.

At the heart of Metropolis is a deeply human story, one foreshadowing the times we live in.

Started about a mile from here as the crow flies and I was fortunate there was a ridge and a river between me and it. Ready, set, go.

The plutocracy offers to buy everyone a round, but only if they sign over their homes as collateral.

Local meteorologists have gone into hiding, with several spotted fleeing towards the Canadian border disguised as tumbleweeds. 

As soon as I turned the key, Sally roared to life with a growl. Before I could react, she lurched forward—knocking me clean off.

The next general election will define our future. It's not an exaggeration to say that the future of our democracy hangs in the balance.

Arbus’s quest to capture what she called “evil” was perhaps misunderstood by many. Even by herself at times.

The story of right-wing media consolidation is not just a story about business or politics. It’s a story about us.

The new law mandates that every Idaho household must display a 6-foot campaign sign on their property, visible from outer space.

AGI represents the pinnacle of human creativity and our deepest quest for knowledge.

Think about the old days. Town picnics in the park. Fourth of July parades. Christmas lights on every house. People used to care.

This landscape… it’s so alien. Those rock formations, the colors… [voice softens] Elias would love to see this.

Democracy doesn’t crumble in a day. We might not notice it at first, but in time, it can leave us stranded in a world we no longer recognize

As Idaho grapples with this new racial classification system, one thing is certain—the potato harvest just got a lot more complicated.

Wake up, Doc. These aren’t rational actors we’re dealing with. They’re zealots. Prepared to die for their cause.

Gaza would have resisted any attempts at simplification. The layers of history, ideology, and trauma defy easy categorization.

I flip over another bale. And there it is—a rattlesnake, coiled and unmoving.

We tell ourselves stories in order to live. But what happens when the stories we tell ourselves are no longer enough?

With Elias kidnapped by the rogue scientists, I’m more determined than ever to save him. To protect the family I never knew I needed.

No one knew who had built it or why. Now it would be the focal point of their desperate attempt to change their fortunes.

The more I ponder, the more chilling the possibilities become. They could go back and alter pivotal moments in history for their benefit.