On Hairism

Most of you know that I have red hair. Bright red, but not quite clown-like, and now a bit more white than I'd care to admit. In spite of my dear parents' best efforts, I grew up hating my hair because everyone else seemed to hate it, too. But I couldn't figure out...

The Lincoln Connection

People are flawed and so I'm not much for hero worship. When even Christmas is watered down to be more about buying out the Walmart toy aisle than it is about Christ, it seems to smack of political correctness to choose Martin Luther King, Jr., as the only human on...