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Most days, I try and write with a level head. I take a step back from the heat of a moment, quiet my emotions, and present what I have to say in a calm and rational manner. Today is not one of those days. You might remember a post I wrote about a year ago, with just a few of my tangled-up thoughts about the Syrian refugee crisis. Right after that, the horrible attacks in Paris happened, and I'm sorry to say that I stopped speaking out on the matter. The fear in the world was
“This World Is Not My Home” And Other Things We Tell Ourselves To Avoid The Crushing Reality Of An U
A few weeks ago I was feeding Ira, my 7-month old, and we were listening to Sufjan Stevens’ record, Carrie & Lowell. The theme of the album is centered around the death of his mother, and if you haven’t heard it, I highly recommend it. Anyway, there’s a song on there called “Fourth of July” and it is haunting to say the least, especially when There’s that ultimate, cosmic elephant in the room: What happens when we die? you know the context. The refrain is “we’re all gonna die