The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas. I remember thinking to myself, “This is insane. Your dad just died. Why the hell are you
I love this country. I don’t love it blindly, though. I don’t love it unconditionally. I don’t love it unreservedly. I love it with my eyes fully open. I see
Today I dropped off my daughter at school, the way I do every day. Some mornings are an orderly, measured endeavor; but more often they’re a frantic, swirling tumult of
Conservative Christian, I want to talk to you about Life. No, not the word you’ve weaponized as ammunition in your incessant, hollow holy culture war; the one you use to
The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas. I remember thinking to myself, “This is insane. Your dad just died. Why the hell are you
I love this country. I don’t love it blindly, though. I don’t love it unconditionally. I don’t love it unreservedly. I love it with my eyes fully open. I see
Today I dropped off my daughter at school, the way I do every day. Some mornings are an orderly, measured endeavor; but more often they’re a frantic, swirling tumult of
Conservative Christian, I want to talk to you about Life. No, not the word you’ve weaponized as ammunition in your incessant, hollow holy culture war; the one you use to