Counting the Hours, Waiting to Exhale

Old Stone Church, 10:15 a.m. Thursday. A banner on the front door reads, “Exhale Love!” Exhale. But not yet. Old Stone Church, 10:15 a.m. Thursday. It feels as though the entire city is waiting, holding its breath.

2016-07-22T00:43:30-04:00July 21, 2016|

You’ll Never Vote Alone

I arrived in Cleveland convinced the RNC would be the death of me. There is not a drop of hyperbole in this statement. And it’s true what they say: when people think they’re close to death, they do crazy things.

2016-07-23T10:13:24-04:00July 21, 2016|