You say that you’re pro-life. You let me know in hashtags and bumper stickers and t-shirts and memes and march photos and sermons and high horse sanctimony.  You treasure and

I know how you feel. People often said those words to me in one form or another after my father died. I knew they meant well. I knew they were

I feel sorry for white Evangelicals and fundamentalist Christians. It must be awful to go through life terrified; to believe that you are perpetually in danger, to always be threatened

Apparently, I’ve been radicalized and I wasn’t aware. Certain people call me the “radical Left” all the time. I never considered myself radical before. I just thought I was normal,