Seeing these shows, I was reminded of Dickens’s famous ghosts, warning us about where we have been, where we are and where, if we’re not careful, we may be headed.

Can Black writers flourish in a marketplace dictated by white tastes?

Sondheim’s stories and lyrics always seemed to be addressing you personally. You couldn’t simply watch his musicals. Eventually you had to contend with them.

Musicals are not merely a passion of mine—they were often my most profound experiences of prayer.

In “9 Circles,” Bill Cain, S.J., challenges us to do the hard work of balancing empathy with accountability, recognizing that in war we are all responsible for what is done in our name.

Transcendent, communal moments like these, so long denied us by this still raging pandemic, have been worth the wait, and they are more than worth the trouble.