
The Bruised Angels (To Frontline Healthcare Workers)
This is hell. It is the stuff of nightmare visions, more vile and brutal than the mind can fathom, a place of breathtaking terror. It is the cold, sterile, fluorescent-lit

This is hell. It is the stuff of nightmare visions, more vile and brutal than the mind can fathom, a place of breathtaking terror. It is the cold, sterile, fluorescent-lit

Dear 2020, We need to talk. (Whew, this is awkward.) I’ve been trying for twelve months to find the right way to say this, the perfectly constructed arrangement of words

It’s easy to feel like we lost this entire year but that’s not exactly true. We aren’t merely a victim of this insidious virus, either. That perspective makes the collective

Pro-Life. They keep using those words, but I’m pretty sure those words don’t mean what they think they mean. I’m almost positive pro-life Republicans aren’t pro-life, in any way that

This is hell. It is the stuff of nightmare visions, more vile and brutal than the mind can fathom, a place of breathtaking terror. It is the cold, sterile, fluorescent-lit

Dear 2020, We need to talk. (Whew, this is awkward.) I’ve been trying for twelve months to find the right way to say this, the perfectly constructed arrangement of words

It’s easy to feel like we lost this entire year but that’s not exactly true. We aren’t merely a victim of this insidious virus, either. That perspective makes the collective

Pro-Life. They keep using those words, but I’m pretty sure those words don’t mean what they think they mean. I’m almost positive pro-life Republicans aren’t pro-life, in any way that