One day, my children will be ready to leave our home and go off into your landscape. I will take every opportunity to prepare them until that day comes. I will teach them to love their brother, take care of family, say their prayers, and always do what is right. They will know that America is a work in progress, capable of greater good and great evil.
I will teach my children the truth about you, America.
Read MoreHow am I supposed to feel? Tell me. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to tell my son?
Read MoreIt all seems like a pipe dream, I know.
Can we do it, will it work, can we come together?
Before you give me your skeptism, I ask you what choices do you have?
Read MoreI keep my phone handy, with the camera on the home screen. So that if something happens, I can record. Because surely, if there’s a video and I comply, I’ll be safe.
Right?
Read MoreThe morning of The Pulse Nightclub massacre, I cried. I immediately texted a group thread I had active at the time, most of us newly seventeen or eighteen:
"I just want you all to know that I love you so much and I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. Yes, this is because of the news this morning but also for all times. I just want you to know I love you."
Read MorePeople all over the world went to sleep dreaming of a better place to live, and it was you, America. They dreamt of a world devoid of persecution based on beliefs, a world of peace and compassion, and a world of community and cooperation.
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