The Death of Empathy in America
December 20, 2017
Some days life hands you a gift. Some days you get the answer to a question laid out in clear, bold type. The morning I awakened to the news that
Some days life hands you a gift. Some days you get the answer to a question laid out in clear, bold type. The morning I awakened to the news that
It’s Christmas Eve. Uproarious laughter rings out from the halls of Congress, piercing the snow speckled DC sky. Around a massive table overflowing with food and wine, sit a bloated
Donald Trump has reportedly banned the CDC from using the following words in their policies, budgets, and communications: Evidence-based Science-based Fetuses Transgender Vulnerable Entitlement Diversity This is not exactly true.
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
Some days life hands you a gift. Some days you get the answer to a question laid out in clear, bold type. The morning I awakened to the news that
It’s Christmas Eve. Uproarious laughter rings out from the halls of Congress, piercing the snow speckled DC sky. Around a massive table overflowing with food and wine, sit a bloated
Donald Trump has reportedly banned the CDC from using the following words in their policies, budgets, and communications: Evidence-based Science-based Fetuses Transgender Vulnerable Entitlement Diversity This is not exactly true.
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