We all have boxes that we check off when something bad happens. I assume a psychologist would tell me that it’s a coping mechanism and that it’s human nature to do so. Someone is killed at 10 pm on a busy street next to a movie theater and you think in your mind, “Well, I’m… Read More Not Boxed In
I stare at the blank screen and all I see is tears. My tears are staining my hands as I write, staining my shirt, staining the keyboard. We are a people who has endured and endured and endured. And risen again. But it doesn’t get any easier. Ever. They were taken from under our noses.… Read More The Right to Live
There is no other news in this country right now. There is simply nothing else to think about, to talk about, to write about. My boys are missing. Three of them. Scratch that. They aren’t missing – they’ve been taken – kidnapped – abducted by people whose sole goal in life is to destroy us.… Read More Nothing Else Matters
