We struggle with labels all the time. Wars are fought over them. Identities are forged with their assistance. We cannot lose sight that behind those labels, that people are people, and deserve to be honored (or dishonored) individually. We all have our own contributions to make.
Or Sorry, I Couldn’t Come Up With a Better Pun “Oh, I could write a book.” –Anna Stevenson, close friend and fellow PK Wherever there are men of God, there are traumatized offspring left in their wake. We are expected to be either perfect or pervy. We are either kind, or kind of sickening. WeContinue reading “Children of the Corn-secration”