Some days I feel, at age 70, that I no longer understand America. That it has morphed, splintered, or collapsed into something unrecognizable. When I read about weekly school shootings … Continue reading What We Hold Dear
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Some days I feel, at age 70, that I no longer understand America. That it has morphed, splintered, or collapsed into something unrecognizable. When I read about weekly school shootings … Continue reading What We Hold Dear
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