
I’m Not An Angry Person. I’m A Grieving Person.
“You’re such an angry person.” People say that to me lately—but not anyone who really knows me. Random strangers might lazily toss it off as social media shade designed to

“You’re such an angry person.” People say that to me lately—but not anyone who really knows me. Random strangers might lazily toss it off as social media shade designed to

Over eighty percent of white evangelicals (many of them women) voted for Donald Trump in 2016, less than two weeks after video surfaced of him speaking with historic vulgarity about

“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

“You’re such an angry person.” People say that to me lately—but not anyone who really knows me. Random strangers might lazily toss it off as social media shade designed to

Over eighty percent of white evangelicals (many of them women) voted for Donald Trump in 2016, less than two weeks after video surfaced of him speaking with historic vulgarity about

“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