I drank a beer first thing yesterday morning because the night was dark and full of terrors and I’m still frightened and, frankly, upset at just how God awful that final season of Game of Thrones was.
I suppose you think I’m talking about the President of the United States of America, but I’m not. Because this feels more important than the 16th President, the Proclaimer of Emancipations, the Addres
I first read you when I was wayward and lost, wanting to find the straightest line back to the path I’d started on. But you told me to stop looking for the straight line, to stop looking and then to s