Conflicted would be the word to describe my feelings of late.
On the one hand, I’m hopeful. I love my country, I love the people in it, and I love the kind things we do for one another, especially when our neighbors are down on their luck or hurting.
But the vitriol and the hate. I’d be remiss to ignore the negative emotions clouding over us, to pretend that we live in our own little American utopia, when so much division, hostility, and pain surround us. Continue reading