There are stories from “Flyover Country” seldom heard by people who know these places only from 30,000 feet. These are letters from reporters who live and work there.
America woke on the morning after the presidential election feeling like a nation of strangers, as if we did not understand our countrymen, our neighbors, or even relatives and friends, after all.
In truth, this singularly divisive election was the culmination of years during…
Nothing bad will come of this, Kelli thinks. This is for my children.
Lindsey Graham was looking into my eyes. He was talking in a soft Southern drawl, answering a question I had asked, and the room around us had emptied. Or had it? No…