Sometimes, I check the weather in Starving Artist’s city because I want to know if the sun is shining on her. I want her days to be sunny.
Our homegrown terrorist chose his ex-wife’s church as a target. This was not random. He doesn’t just hate some people, he hates everyone. When I read descriptions of him as a “loner,” my head says that he was a lonely, unhappy man who let bitterness and resentment take over his mind like a cancer. Maybe […]