
The Dog Years of MAGA America
Yesterday was a long decade. By the end of the day, when my head finally hit the pillow I felt ten years older; as if I’d somehow spent far more

Yesterday was a long decade. By the end of the day, when my head finally hit the pillow I felt ten years older; as if I’d somehow spent far more

Trump-supporting friend, What we’ve got here is, failure to communicate… I know you think I’m preoccupied with this President; that he is the reason I’m so angry and bitter and

I know two things about my death: I know I’m going to die. I also know that when the time comes, it will likely come as a surprise to me.

Growing up, I learned about the Resurrection story in the New Testament: Jesus dies, and three days later he rises from the tomb. I read the stories of Jesus calling

Yesterday was a long decade. By the end of the day, when my head finally hit the pillow I felt ten years older; as if I’d somehow spent far more

Trump-supporting friend, What we’ve got here is, failure to communicate… I know you think I’m preoccupied with this President; that he is the reason I’m so angry and bitter and

I know two things about my death: I know I’m going to die. I also know that when the time comes, it will likely come as a surprise to me.

Growing up, I learned about the Resurrection story in the New Testament: Jesus dies, and three days later he rises from the tomb. I read the stories of Jesus calling