“If you don’t like this country, then leave.” This is the tired, time-worn refrain sung lately by supporters of this President. Love it or Leave it. Funny, I don’t remember

America is dead. Not the America that I idealized as a boy; not the glittering beacon of equality I imagined it to be through the vaseline-covered lenses of my maleness

Megan Rapinoe won. She won before the trophies and the adulation and the triumphant victory lap. She won before ever standing with arms outstretched as her teammates exploded with combustible

Yesterday a friend on social media challenged me to “only post positive messages for one whole day.” It felt like part social media campaign, part enthusiastic dare, and part gentle