Witchcraft: it’s spirituality, it’s a philosophy, it’s a lot more than flowy black dresses and cursing your exes.
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Close Encounters of the Digital Kind
“The idea seems to be that we all live in the great database in the sky, occasionally summoning aliens with our minds.” Emily Harnett explores Silicon Valley’s appropriation of UFO culture.
Posted inHighlight, Quotes
Positivity Is Relative, Depending on Which Side of the Fighting You’re On
“I was not a fallen creature in a broken world reliant on grace, but a Marine in a successful army that had all the answers.”
Posted inBooks, Nonfiction, Story
Father of Disorder
One woman finds insight into her father’s rage in the scientific concept of entropy.
Posted inCommentary, Highlight, History, Nonfiction
The Post on Anti-Semitism I Never Thought I’d Write
Like many non-religious Jews of my generation, I naively assumed Nazism could never rise — and hurt us — again.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Story
Cross Talk
Jacqueline Alnes wrestles with identity, belonging, and privilege after a crisis of faith at a Missouri-based Christian Kamp 9,000 miles from her Indonesian home.
Posted inNonfiction
The Ugly History of Beautiful Things: Lockets
Lockets simultaneously display and hide. But does squirreling our love and grief away in a piece of jewelry keep the memories and emotions present for us, or minimize them?
Posted inCurrent Events, Feature, investigations, Nonfiction, Story
Inside the Chaos of Immigration Court
Gabriel Thompson takes us into San Francisco Immigration Court and the labyrinthine system that asylum seekers—and attorneys and judges—are up against.
Posted inBooks, Fiction, Profiles & Interviews, Story
‘I Loved God, I Loved Believing’: An Interview with R.O. Kwon
Not only will I never get my faith back, but I’m going to keep missing it. I’ll always have that longing — but there’s no going back into the garden.
Posted inBooks, Quotes
The Pain of Loss, Through Centuries and Books
“My father is dead, I said to myself, my father is dead. Again and again I said it, and still I failed to grasp what it meant.”
