When I compare stats, Anxiety really is no match for God.
You are wonderfully made. Your body, your brain, your being—constructed in a way that’s beautiful, that’s breathtaking, that’s uniquely you.
There is no right or wrong in these early morning hours, with the sunshine sliding in between your shoulder blades, your body lying intertwined with mine.
“Baio is not the first conservative Republican or even the first 21st century politician to hijack the idea of returning to the good ole days. Variants of “make America America again” failed to make magic for John Kerry and backfired on Rick Santorum. And no one can say that Langston Hughes has a copyright, of course, on any iteration of the tagline.”
“Make America Great Again,” Donald Trump proclaims. For people who believe that life was better ten, twenty years ago — that is a tempting promise.
Why the hate? Why?
“I had re-mortgaged my house and I spent something like $8,000 on clothing.”
“Fratricide, right? Blue-on-Blue? I wonder what they’d call this? Killed by another American, but one from the enemy side in a foreign war?”
I think we are all familiar with this technique: we choose the ones that won’t love us back because it protects us from the tenuous possibility of rejection by simply assuming that it will happen as an inevitability.