Ceasefire

    What’s your Paradigm? Visiting is one thing. Spending months in another part of America is another—like coming from the third largest city in a blue state to a small rural city in a red state. While I love Rochester, where I was born and raised, I fell...

Not One of Us

While thinking about what to write today, a tale about a man attending a certain church for the first time came to mind. He had spruced himself up as well as he could that Sunday morning. His shirt with frayed collar and a small, neatly mended patch beside the second...