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Independence Day has long been one of my favorite holidays. I just love the fireworks, the food, the togetherness. The celebration of a country I've long loved. This year, however, I hate it. Independence Day feels cruel. Like a sick joke. We are now led by an aspiring dictator; by a man who has conned millions of Americans into thinking he cares about their lives. We are now led by a man with five military deferments. By a man who discriminated against minorities who...

In case you missed this, Donald Trump's Tulsa rally was an absolute disaster. It started with the hype. So much hype. Millions of people want to attend! Donald Trump is the biggest draw in the world! Excitement! Action! Thrills! Then the day-of. This will be amazing! We need more room! Everyone wants to be here! Extra space! Extra time! Making America Great Again! And, finally, the event. The. Very. Sad. And. Pathetic. Event. Many moons ago, as a young writer at The Tennessean in Nashville, I covered a Jackyl-ZZ Top...

  My dog Norma died two days ago, and I am still trying to move past it. With little success. It actually reminds me of the summer of 1989, when I worked as an assistant counselor at a summer camp near my home in Mahopac, N.Y. I was positioned alongside another assistant counselor—Jen, I believe, was her name. And while Jen was nice, she was sort of unreliable. Here. There. Up. Down. Friendly, but just inconsistent. Anyhow, one day Jen didn't report to...

  My dog Norma died today. I wasn't sure I'd start crying while typing those five words, but the tears are streaming for probably the 10th different time this afternoon. I am, with no exaggeration, devastated. D-e-v-a-s-t-a-t-e-d. Norma was the best dog. Not merely the best dog in our house (she was the only dog in our house) or the best dog on our street or the best dog in our town. She was, simply, the best dog—an adorable, affectionate, opinionated cockapoo who gave...

  So I have the misfortune in living in a school district where a good number of parents seem to see science and medicine as these blockades against societal betterment. I note this because today I was alerted to an Instagram group—PARENTS SUPPORTED ACTION PLAN. And it is, well, infuriating. One parent after another complaining how the coronavirus is a hoax, or overblown, or stupid, or annoying, or this invisible fairy disease created by the government to help the invisible candy elves...

Just back from the local Ralph's. Snapped this photo of the water section. And here's my question: What am I missing? I'm being sincere in not getting this. Is the coronavirus supposed to infiltrate our pipes and turn our running water into evil coronavirus-poisoned running water? Are there tiny microbes dancing within the H20 droplets running from my sink into a cup? Is the CoronaWater Monster coming? Or ...

A fascinating night in American politics. Here are my thoughts: • Joe Biden's rise: This happened, and I'm shocked. Not because it's Biden. Not because of the number of states. Nope. I'm shocked because it felt as if one day—one single day—changed an election. And that day was yesterday. When Mayor Pete endorsed Joe Biden. Then Amy endorsed Biden. Then Beto endorsed Biden. Bam. Bam. Bam. I said to a friend, "That might be the best single day a modern political figure has...

This photo was taken from a Trump rally being held tonight in Phoenix. It sickens me. See the woman in front of Trump. The president thinks she's gross. She the woman one over. Also gross. And one over. And one over. The woman with the sign? Trump might have hit on her 15 ...

So one of my favorite media/social justice figures of the past decade has been Shaun King. And while I know many people who think Shaun to be a piece of shit/a conman/a [fill in the blank]—well, they're wrong. One hundred percent wrong. The guy busts his ass, has an enormous heart, wears his compassion on his sleeve. He's been battered, slammed, mocked, ridiculed—and he keeps coming back. Because he's strong and smart and focused. Truly, he's a role model. Over the weekend,...

Back in the fall of 1990, upon arriving as a freshman at the University of Delaware, I was assigned a triple inside Russell Hall A. This was not ideal. The rooms were made for two, and three was painfully crowded. But, as a newbie, I didn't have a leg to stand on. So I showed up and introduced myself to a pair of strangers—Anthony Marciano from Tuckahoe, N.Y. and Chris Moger from Long Island. We basically had a bunk with vertical beds,...