I come to Krakow every summer to teach in a seminar for university students, and each year I visit Auschwitz.

We had a Vigil Service before the burial of a friend who was a Knight of Malta.

Early this morning I was reading Rod Dreher's blog and stumbled across yet another dispatch from the utterly absurd bathroom wars.

History was made today.

The fine Latinity of Laetare Sunday means to be joyful, and as the mother of civilization, the Holy Church encourages her children to keep pressing on toward the Easter prize.

Being a New Yorker, I only go to the top of the Empire State Building about once every thirty-five years, and I have been to the Statue of Liberty just twice.

It is not too strong to call what is happening to Christians in Syria and Iraq a genocide.

Any discussion of free speech needs to deal with two important issues — jokes and race.

To people like me, educated in post-war Britain, free speech has been a firm premise of the British way of life.

Signatures.  It needs signatures on the bottom line.