Certain days are so horrible, you never want to relive them. And then you’re forced to. I wrote this piece two years ago, in the wake of Trayvon Martin’s death. I
My country is hurting. We the people, are hurting. The hurt shows up in so many ways, ways that surprise and distract and confuse us, ways that don’t always look like
Guns don’t kill people; people kill people. Invariably, whenever I state my personal objections to guns, and the reasons why my individual understanding of my faith won’t allow me to
Certain days are so horrible, you never want to relive them. And then you’re forced to. I wrote this piece two years ago, in the wake of Trayvon Martin’s death. I
My country is hurting. We the people, are hurting. The hurt shows up in so many ways, ways that surprise and distract and confuse us, ways that don’t always look like
Guns don’t kill people; people kill people. Invariably, whenever I state my personal objections to guns, and the reasons why my individual understanding of my faith won’t allow me to