I’ve never understood why I had to pledge allegiance to the flag. I learned the words out of obligation. I recited them because I was…
After what felt like a decadent weekend offline in the wilderness of Montana, I returned last night to the social media flurry regarding the decision by Seattle Reign FC midfielder, Megan Rapinoe to take a knee during the playing of the national anthem at a…
In Gowke, Zimbabwe, a compassionate mother named Netsai…
I have been bothered by a rant I overheard in our hospital corridor while walking to the wards.
A large man was saying, “Thanks, Obama. Because of you, I can go to woman’s bathroom and gawk at all the ladies.”
Dear Marks & Spencers,
I’m an overweight American man. OK, so maybe it’s not the first thing you were expecting to read here after the introduction I made in Foreword, but I’ll bring it home if you bear with me. I’m an overweight American man with a habit I’ve struggled mightily to shake: I keep telling people that I’m sorry.