My Fellow Exhausted Americans
November 8, 2016
Today I realized how tired I am. I think we all are. We’ve all spent the lion’s share of the last few years up to our necks in a swirling storm
Today I realized how tired I am. I think we all are. We’ve all spent the lion’s share of the last few years up to our necks in a swirling storm
Most people I know have pretty strong feelings about this Tuesday; some internal cocktail of apprehension, excitement, and curiosity. And yet though they may have deeply held convictions about the candidates and the
Dear Jesus, I’m not sure how to say this, but looking around I don’t think this Christianity thing is working. I think we’ve lost the plot here. It feels like
I was 18 years old when my heart first began to bleed. For the previous 17 years I had been the boy in the bubble; raised in suburban Central New York and extremely well-loved
Today I realized how tired I am. I think we all are. We’ve all spent the lion’s share of the last few years up to our necks in a swirling storm
Most people I know have pretty strong feelings about this Tuesday; some internal cocktail of apprehension, excitement, and curiosity. And yet though they may have deeply held convictions about the candidates and the
Dear Jesus, I’m not sure how to say this, but looking around I don’t think this Christianity thing is working. I think we’ve lost the plot here. It feels like
I was 18 years old when my heart first began to bleed. For the previous 17 years I had been the boy in the bubble; raised in suburban Central New York and extremely well-loved