We’ve had three acts of domestic terrorism in the past two week. Thirty-two people were killed simply because they were out living their lives. We keep playing the same shouting match game after events like these. It’s time for something new.
I’ll take deep and simple over complex but shallow any day of the week.
I’ve loved Stranger Things from the moment it appeared on Netflix. The “New Coke” scene triggered an nostalgia wave I’m actually going to be able to reach out and touch.
As I look at this world I recognize how easy it would be to give in to anger or hatred or despair, and please believe me when I say I feel all these things, but the void which surrounds that path repulses me. I need hope the way I need light to see.
It amazes me how having a “this” can make diaper changing time so much easier. It also amazes me how when adults loose their “this” they’re able to act much like toddlers.
As people in my circles have become increasingly alarmed over the rising tides of xenophobia and racism wash over the country I’ve been seeing the question, “What can we do?”