You call us extremists for speaking out. What you do not realize is that it is your silence that has slowly turned you into extremists yourselves.
While watching Trump get elected was painful for so many, people like me are still grappling with how we look at our friends and neighbors who supported him. This is my own journey in looking for answers.
On learning to embrace change as the only constant in creativity. And life.
What happens when you combine the ten plagues with face paint? Gloriously creative awesomeness, apparently.
Too often, we assume that because some are suffering worse, we must ignore the suffering of others. But this hurts us all.
Only recently, Trump’s election felt bizarre and insane. Now it’s becoming normal. And that’s exactly what he wants.
You may feel unheard, even ostracized by the orthodox world. But the truth is that there are more of you out there than you would ever believe. All you need to do is speak up.
I never would have guessed that choosing to be political would have been the most introspective choice of my life.
In an age when tyrants demand submission, those who ask for evenhandedness unwittingly become the tools of tyrants.
While I was at a recent march for Muslim refugees, a man yelled, “Justice for Palestine!” Some in the crowd cheered. And I was forced to face why I was there.