With anti-LGBTQ hate crimes on the rise, groups like the Pink Pistols have seen membership soar. After an attack in my hometown, I understood their need to defend themselves.

Eighty years ago this winter, a freezing Finnish farm boy took aim at the unstoppable Red Army — and became the greatest sharpshooter the world has ever seen.

In 1985, a 16-year-old dropout showed up to school with a shotgun. Everyone said it was just a fluke.

After we were both shaken by the killing of Philando Castile, I promised my father I'd learn to shoot.

How did we, as a nation, get to the point where calling 911 on a black kid brandishing a weapon can feel more dangerous than doing nothing?

Covering the school shooting was the most important work I’ve done as a journalist. My photos are the furthest thing from fake news.

I’ve never spoken about what it was like growing up in a house overflowing with guns. But now I understand how even weapons that are never fired can wound us for life.

How an obsession with homemade eighteenth-century-style rifles brought together a widowed elementary school teacher, a retired married couple, an eager young college student—and...