On the morning of June 14, 2017, a few Republican lawmakers were at Eugene Simpson Stadium Park in Alexandria, Va. when shots ran out.
The way children interact with each other is beyond fascinating to observe. The jokes they find funny, the way they tell secrets or even how they fight, there is endless ammunition for a comical blend of sociology and entertainment.
I pride myself on “keeping it real” or “telling it like it is.” As expected, it can occasionally get me into trouble. Or sometimes, my realism and formulations may be altered in an attempt to morph my thoughts into what people want to hear … or maybe what they consider easier to handle.
Dear Mr. Carlson,
I had not heard of you prior to the “Tucker Carlson Interview Request” I received to my work account last weekend (forgive me, Fox News wasn’t ever really my thing).
Almost every day, we wake up, roll over in our beds and turn off our alarm*. Sometimes that is in a digital clock*, but knowing our generation, it is most likely a cellphone*. After tapping the screen*, we hop out of bed and turn on the light*.
When I was six years old, my eager parents signed me up for private violin lessons to my absolute dismay.
Nearly all last year, every time I would go on Facebook and scroll through my newsfeed, I would see dozens of articles I wanted to read. But as someone who is generally too busy for their own good, I often had to save articles for later.
Late one night when I was five years old, unable to sleep, I wandered out of my bedroom to find my mom watching TV in our living room. Despite her futile protests for me to go back to bed, I sat with her on the couch to see what she was watching.
“You shot four bullets into him, sir,” were the words Lavish Reynolds, uttered over Facebook livestream after Officer Jeronimo Yanez shot Philando Castile on July 6, 2016.