Isolated, Alone, and Angry

Isolated, Alone and Angry

I may have spent too much time outside the small town where I was raised. I may have traveled a bit too extensively and witnessed a few too many hardships, heroes, and unexpected acts of kindness from stranger to stranger.  I say this because, very recently, the thought crossed my mind that if I had never stumbled out and tripped about (physically, not on drugs, you loon) like I have in the world, I might be a completely different person.… [Read more]

Let The Smears Begin

Google Santorum

The other day, while discussing current events over lunch with my parents, I gave them a warning: “Don’t be surprised if I end up serving a life sentence. If Rick Santorum becomes president, I might not be able to resist the urge to kill him.”

My old man didn’t miss a beat. “Don’t worry,” he calmly reassured me as if this were a perfectly normal conversation that every father and son has at some point.… [Read more]