I so hate that it is your reality: not that you are who you are but that people are who they are in response, that your inherent beauty is met with such undeserved ugliness.
The coronavirus has historically brutalized the planet, but it will pale in comparison to our greed and our fear and the sickening truth that nearly half this nation treasures guns more than people.
They all voted no on giving aid to Americans during the single greatest health crisis of our lifetimes: one that has taken the lives of over a half a million Americans and left millions more at the precipice of poverty and homelessness—or well beyond it.
It’s a mockery of God to ignore safeguards in a pandemic.
Today I’m fixing my gaze on those who rose to the moment, those who became a better version of themselves, those whose humanity would not be denied.
I’m quite familiar with the story: supposedly faithful people fashioning an idol made of gold and cravenly bowing before it, in complete contempt for the God they claimed to believe in because they had lost their collective minds.
How do you hold a collective funeral for that many souls at once?
When some declare that no line is too far to cross—the rest of us will be here to defend that line together.
Right now, millions of men are exacerbating the damage done because they lack the emotional maturity and simple decency to sit with other people’s pain (especially that of women) and allow it to call them to a place of deeper humanity, introspection, and change.
It seems like kind people are an endangered species.
Unity that requires us to abide terrorism or perpetuate inequity or ratify violence, isn’t unity, it’s coddling evil.
She can’t see that normal is better, that more diverse is better, that words of kindness are better.
I was wrong about you.
This was an empty insurrection.
This was MAGA in all its naked ugliness, what it has always been.
Their faces testify to the nightmares they’ve had a front row seat to.