Tonight I am eating jello. It’s blue and so am I. It may be the saddest jello I’ve ever eaten in my life — in part because my daughter made…
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At first blush, the sentiment “mercy is for all people” is as sweet as ice cream. Palatable. Kind. Inclusive. But the more you think about it, the more the ice…
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I get Jonah. I really do. I’ve had a hankering for justice for as long as I can remember. I once wrote a letter to General Mills expressing my outrage…
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As a writer, I think a lot about words. About the subtle connotations, the nuances that make one word forgettable and another evocative. Whenever I come across a word I…
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Once, in the throes of adolescence, I vowed never to speak to my mom again. I was so mad that I stormed off to my room, slammed the door, and…
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