Dear Tamir Rice, Your Life Really DID Matter.
January 5, 2016
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
Self-delusion is not an American ideal—or at least it shouldn’t be. Someone really needs to inform the men hunkered down in a Oregon wildlife preserve that because it seems they
Dear World, I’m a Christian who feels something needs to be said about my faith tradition. Despite the ways we who practice it might declare otherwise, it is intended to beautiful and
My kids are selfish, narcissistic jerks. There I said it. Case in point: It was 7AM. My wife had only forty-five minutes earlier headed out of town on business, but not before
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
Self-delusion is not an American ideal—or at least it shouldn’t be. Someone really needs to inform the men hunkered down in a Oregon wildlife preserve that because it seems they
Dear World, I’m a Christian who feels something needs to be said about my faith tradition. Despite the ways we who practice it might declare otherwise, it is intended to beautiful and
My kids are selfish, narcissistic jerks. There I said it. Case in point: It was 7AM. My wife had only forty-five minutes earlier headed out of town on business, but not before