The Courage of Our Convictions

The first time I employed the courage of my convictions I was in 6th grade. It involved a bathroom pass and a bad case of the shits. My teacher at the time, who shall remain nameless, refused to allow me the use of said bathroom pass. Even though I followed the proper procedure – i.e….

Narcissism, Thy Name is Trump

I was recently asked, “What does it feel like to be an American living through the Trump Administration?” My instinctual response was, “exhaustion”. It feels like exhaustion. As though you’re running an uphill marathon, while carrying a giant, anthropomorphic pumpkin – that is clearly in excess of 239 pounds – who is constantly screaming blatant…