Back Home Again

Columnist Philip Gulley writes about why the department deserves a short leash.

This past summer, some friends of mine sold their house, bought an RV, and hit the road. As I write this, on a cold and cloudy Indiana day, they’re camping in New Mexico, where it is 80 degrees and sunny. I’m following their exploits on Facebook and hating them more each day. Worse, they are […]

At what were once long, dull Quaker meetings, Zoom lives up to its name.

At most funerals, tears still reign. Our columnist doesn’t want his to be any different.

One of the many who have lost their lives to COVID-19, my friend Dawn deserved better.

It doesn’t help one’s self-esteem to be branded nonessential by the governor.

When it comes to weddings, thriftiness and true love are a match made in heaven.

The most dependable car I’ve ever owned is also the ugliest.

I’m encouraged by the large number of presidential candidates this year, but that doesn’t make it any easier to choose one.

We’re too lazy for that.

Living under the unblinking eye of a homeowner’s association, I’m starting to think we should have insisted on decency being one of the covenants.

When I asked about the racial history of my hometown, I was told we had nothing to hide. But the truth is much uglier.

I enjoy my annual review so much, I’m thinking of giving one to everyone in my family.

An ancient Native American ax sharpens one man’s thinking.

As a man without a TV, I’m disappointed in those who have one—and I’m always visiting to watch and tell them so.