
Yes, I’m Angry, Friend. I Wish You Were.
Dear Friend, Thank you for your note to let me know you’re worried about me, that you’re concerned about my health—that you’re not sure that I realize I’m coming across

Dear Friend, Thank you for your note to let me know you’re worried about me, that you’re concerned about my health—that you’re not sure that I realize I’m coming across

As news of Doug Jones’ victory came in last night I initially rejoiced. Watching one of the reddest places in America turn blue, and seeing voters there reject one of

Dear Alabama, We don’t know each other well. I visited briefly a few times over the past twenty years; the four days I spent in Birmingham with a group of

Sometime truth is just volume. The loud people get to write the story that everyone hears, the one they come to believe is the only story. In this way, they

Dear Friend, Thank you for your note to let me know you’re worried about me, that you’re concerned about my health—that you’re not sure that I realize I’m coming across

As news of Doug Jones’ victory came in last night I initially rejoiced. Watching one of the reddest places in America turn blue, and seeing voters there reject one of

Dear Alabama, We don’t know each other well. I visited briefly a few times over the past twenty years; the four days I spent in Birmingham with a group of

Sometime truth is just volume. The loud people get to write the story that everyone hears, the one they come to believe is the only story. In this way, they