Despite our many flaws, America represents the great human experiment in pluralism. We think differently. We worship differently. We date differently. But none of that matters next to our united belief that all human beings are born with certain inalienable rights.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the…
Pablo Picasso once said, “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist.” Children. What a pain in the ass. They know nothing of the pressures of being grown up. They just come and go as they please, experiencing the world through tiny pink glasses that don’t concern them with paying bills, voting for leaders or negotiating business deals. They’re lucky. And they know it. Or, at least my kids do. Last week we had a…
