Micah Meadowcroft

Micah Meadowcroft

I write and edit when not reading or talking, usually about culture, theology, and politics—a "Chestertonian youth who five things revere: beef, noise, the Church, vulgarity, and beer." I'm assistant editor at the Washington Free Beacon. My writing has appeared in print in the New Atlantis, the Wall Street Journal books section, the Philadelphia Inquirer, and Providence magazine. Online you can find my work at American Affairs journal, NRO, the American Conservative, and elsewhere. I'm a native (not the cool kind, Sen. Warren) of the Pacific Northwest, and a graduate of Hillsdale College in Michigan, where I studied history. I tweet too much as @micaheadowcroft. Memento mori, coram Deo.

Recent Posts

  • Happy Easter, Lent is Over

    April 21st, 2019

    Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia! Alleluia!

    It’s Easter, which means I’ve just had a wonderful weekend of joyous celebration. In church and in friends I am richly blessed. That it is Easter also means Lent is over; I’m back on Twitter. So, before the 50 days of Eastertide cause the fast to fade like a dream, I’d like to try to reflect very briefly on what I may or may not have learned from logging off.


  • "Dark Star Park" and Bad Architecture, Or: Why I Hate Rosslyn

    March 27th, 2019

    Northern Virginia is really ugly, so ugly you can differentiate between the levels of ugliness.


  • Let's Play a Game

    March 20th, 2019

    You read a quote. You decide if you like its vision of the world. Then you guess who said it.


What I'm reading, talking about, and working on, weekly in your inbox:

Some places you can find my writing:

Sundry reviews, reports, and diversions—JBP, Yeezy, Ancient Rome, ’Murica, and more—for the Washington Free Beacon.


Discursive reflections on life in technological modernity in the New Atlantis.


Nationalism and the Trump moment at American Affairs.


Anglophilic crunchy con-ness, or why the libertarians are not your friend, on NRO.


“You probably haven’t heard of him”—reviewing Pat Deneen before everyone else did, in the Wall Street Journal.


A little bit of this, a little bit of that, peripatetic thoughts and journalism at the American Conservative.


Don’t hold it against me: a college summer’s worth of youthful indiscretions for the American Spectator.