Dear GOD, I’m not sure where to start here. Originally, I was going to try easing into this with some small talk, but then I realized with You being GOD

Dear President Zelenskyy, As it is likely that our paths will never cross in person, I could not let this day go by without trying to reach you here. I

I confess that I’m a little lost presently. I’ve become a restless, reluctant nomad moving tentatively through familiar places with a lingering emotional dissonance. I am a lifelong American who

I really hate this. I mean, I really didn’t want to be here, to be feeling this, to be writing it, to be saying it. I’ve always believed in meeting people where