
To President Zelenskyy, From an Embarrassed American
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

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

Rev. Mariann Edgar Budde’s compassionate sermon at the National Prayer Service in DC perfectly exposed MAGA Christians’ hateful heresy. The immediate flood of vitriol directed at the Bishop by Trump

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

Rev. Mariann Edgar Budde’s compassionate sermon at the National Prayer Service in DC perfectly exposed MAGA Christians’ hateful heresy. The immediate flood of vitriol directed at the Bishop by Trump