On Monday, September 8, the coastal weather was hot, dry, and windy. We're accustomed to cold, wet, and windy, so this storm was a little different. As I stood on the front steps enjoying the powerful gusts, I had no idea how different it was about to be. I could hear the crackling of trees snapping not far away. We lost power and started our usual drill of lighting candles and lamps.
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When we want someone to hear something really important, we ask for silence. It’s the time to look away from the phone, shut off the TV, remove the headphones, stop talking, and LISTEN. It’s time to focus. I feel very strongly that 2020 is calling upon each of us to do that right now.
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To my conservative friends
I want to put out an appeal to my friends who are conservative. I know there are some among you who have felt worried about the state of things, who have heard conflicting things about Trump and don't know what to believe.
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Father's Day
I spent this last Father’s Day in silent, burning rage at my dad, and it’s taken me three months to sort it out enough to write.