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The Pearl-Clutchers and the Price of a Healthcare CEO’s Life
They gasp, they recoil, they clutch their pearls so tightly you’d think the string would...
My sins are a prison in my mind.
God—or whatever You are—we need to talk. If You’re there at all. That’s...
The power of the pen compels you
When I write, I’m a God. For a moment, for however long the pen glides across the page or...
Just a smile, knowing I saw what greatness looks like #RIPJimmyCarter
They called him a peanut farmer. A humble man from Plains, Georgia, who shuffled into the White...
A Case for Justice: The Calm Hand in a World of Pitchforks
“Now, let’s get one thing straight before we begin. Justice isn’t some circus...