A young father finds his child’s language is literally toxic. Another work of media that lands differently once you’re a parent.

A pair of reruns to commemorate the late Beach Boy/Pop-melody master.

Now this is the album I was waiting for Alan Sparhawk to make. In fact, it makes me suspicious.

An American never could have written this.

If Shakespeare were an American, we’d call him an all-American success story.

“After all this time/To believe in Jesus…I thought I was Him.”

Leaving Babylon…

A wordless protest album that almost sounds like something I might’ve listened to on my mission.

For Mother’s Day.