
Walking in Their Shoes
Walking through the Holocaust Museum I asked myself, “How am I like Hitler? What part of me is him?”
Walking through the Holocaust Museum I asked myself, “How am I like Hitler? What part of me is him?”
Our job isn’t to operate within someone else’s lines, but to expand and stretch them until they break…
President Obama’s visit to Los Angeles, a painful conversation with my pastor, and my mom’s declaration that she was in love with a woman…