As we stare down another Fourth of July, I’ve been pondering what it means to be an American on this holiday.
We should be happy with being ordinary, but we are conditioned to strive for more. Good enough is never good enough.
On this Memorial Day I’d like to remember not just our fallen military, but the safer, kinder, better America they were fighting for.
Right now Americans resemble a bunch of monkeys fighting for dominance, flinging poo and screaming at each other. Our enemy is not each other: the enemy is the fear holding us hostage inside our own heads.