The author spent time with several Quaker artists, asking them about their art and spiritual practice during the pandemic.

It was the acute phase of the early pandemic, and many of us were longing for connection, community, and a way through.

My journeys as a lifelong Quaker, artist, and gender-diverse person are inextricably linked.

"every morning I slip robes onto outstretched arms…"

"I smear my skin / with schisms of the songs I heard at night, / tales of a God who couldn’t bear / to make the unexpressed…"

Letters from our readers.

On the evening of Sunday, July 24, a fire destroyed Lindi Friends School, run by Nairobi Yearly Meeting, in the…

From 1946 to 1958, the United States detonated 67 nuclear bombs in the Marshall Islands displacing Indigenous inhabitants and spreading…

"God and I play a game. / She blows air into me. / I blow it back at her…"

Friends’ posture of silence in the matter of abortion must change.

"Having not given birth to a child, / I have not held the echo of my husband’s smile…"

Introduction to our August issue.