Hold on to this moment this darkness, this grief this new uncharted place this reflection where there is no light. Is this the loss of a parent? the death of a child, a suicide, a life with AIDS? Is it cancer? No, and it could never compare. Those moments are the anchors reminding us that...

This is what it feels like to be amidst a crumbling empire. It feels like a gaping hole where your sense of security should be. It feels like the realization that it is not a “few bad apples” but the whole rancid orchard. It feels like being told to remain “nice” to protect someone’s fragility while...