One of the things I'm most afraid of, watching all the screeching and shrieking over petty politics, along with true horror, is that I'll forget that redemption is possible. We look at all the people committing violent acts over political differences... and compare them to the murder of Jamal Khashoggi. And we see them as… Continue reading Hope, 2018
I hope my sons understand: when someone compliments an undertaking of theirs, that the compliment more often than not reflects the effort they've invested, and not the results. I hope their memories outlast mine, and I hope that their memory of me reflects more of what they needed me to be than I was able to provide.