Evie Hemphill

Her brief shimmying moment during that first debate sort of summed everything up: As awful as this circus was, the colossal difference in s...

I am tired tonight, which is never an ideal state in which to attempt to think thoughts. But I’ve been tired kind of this entire calendar ye...

It’s only August, so there’s a lot of year still left to go, but so far 2016 has in many ways felt uniquely eternal and taxing. Lately I’ve ...

Esau’s desperate plea echoes on through the ages, an unresolved chord. So does the divine verdict with its matter-of-fact shrug: “Jacob I ...

"We are deeply saddened that you have thereby separated yourself from the visible church, outside of which there is no ordinary possibi...

I never win drawings, but years ago I won a drawing where I got to nervously accompany the great Salman Rushdie on a short plane ride from L...

Lately, my feed is a conflicted mix of pink profile photos and metaphorical rendings of garments. I tentatively thumb up the former when I s...