Run Away! Why Sometimes the Smartest Move Is to Leave the Battlefield
Sometimes the only real option is to step away—to deny legitimacy to a process rigged against you. Texas Democrats have been mocked for “running away” from a fight, but in reality, they’ve been standing at the base of a political fortress. Like in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, retreat wasn’t cowardice—it was the only move left to survive and keep fighting.
Love is Not All—But It Better Be Something
The recent Kerr County floods remind us that “thoughts and prayers” aren’t enough. Edna St. Vincent Millay was right—love isn’t all. But if it’s real, it moves us to do something more than perform compassion for the cameras.
The Gift of the Spark
It’s hard to explain unless you’ve felt it—that moment when work aligns with purpose. When your voice and your soul are in sync. When you’re doing what you’re meant to do.
Do Many People Still Think Trump Is Good? I’m Afraid So.
How can so many people, especially those who call themselves Christians, continue to defend Donald Trump—not just as a political preference, but as some kind of moral savior?
The Red Clay Strays and the Complicated Joy of Discovering New Music
Discovering a new band is usually a simple joy. But these days, I find myself asking: who else is listening, and what does that say about the music — or about me? A reflection on The Red Clay Strays and the burden of cautious listening.
The Custodians Are Corrupt, and There’s No One Coming to Fix It
What happens when the people who are supposed to protect the Constitution are just henchmen for power? No accountability, no transparency, no hope for the system to correct itself.
Floodwaters and Fault Lines
The past week is another reminder that natural disasters don’t care about borders or voting records. But maybe the most faithful response isn’t to explain the flood, but to wade into the grief and just be present. Just care.
“Don’t Be That Guy”
It’s tempting to believe stories that confirm our frustrations. But if we criticize others for spreading falsehoods, we can’t turn around and do the same thing—no matter how satisfying it feels.