Last night when I put my daughter to bed, she told my wife and me that she didn’t want us to worry about her being shot at school. We don’t either. When she said this, I felt my heart breaking and it took almost everything out of me to keep my mind from descending into … More How Am I Supposed To Feel? (After Another Shooting)
The message written below is a response I wrote to someone with whom I was engaged in a dialogue after we both read the same blog post where pastor, John Pavlovitz, made distinctions between white Christians who say they were “embarrassed” by President Obama, those who simply disagreed with him, and those who basically are conscious … More On Blacking In America – v. To offend others by existing
Sometimes it seems as if America is bent on surviving itself to death. Like an ostrich with a lion on its tail, who can’t see a way out other than to close its eyes and hope the threat goes away, our country is living its collective life with its head in the sand fearful that … More America in Denial – Perils of a Strength Overdone
So I am friends with a guy whose parents took him to another country when he was a baby because his homeland was a hostile place for them. Despite not having much, this family worked their way to stability and eventually, when my friend grew up, he decided that he would dedicate his life to … More WWJD + MAGA ≠ DACA
Who would you be if you didn’t worry? What would you do if it was impossible for your good ideas to be followed by a subsequent train of negative thoughts telling you that you won’t succeed? What could you accomplish if you knew, with 100% certainty, that all of your basic needs would be met? … More Consider the L’il Lies
Dear Red Hats, I’m sorry. What can I say? There’s no excuse. I must confess. I’m a hatist. Confession is the first step on the road to redemption and I need to be redeemed. My understanding of my Spiritual discipline (Christianity), which many who wear you also profess, teaches that there is no fear in … More An Open Letter to Red Hats
I have had a lot of jobs in my life. My first gig was as a paperboy which entailed getting up before the crack of dawn going from house to house delivering papers to many people who would take the paper and then do everything they could to avoid paying me for it. My cut … More The American Addiction: Cheap Labor
