When I look at our (un)civil discourse these days, we need some hope. People are tired and angry. But, can hope be found?
When I look at our (un)civil discourse these days, we need some hope. People are tired and angry. But, can hope be found?
Dear Tired, will be a place where I tell you a story. A story of once tired arms and unfinished tears, yet also a story of courageous embers of hope that stir deep within all of us even when we can only see chaos all around.
I will never know what it means to fall to the bottom of a well.
Thankfully, few of us do. But that is an image that has been with me for more than 10 years. Few probably know that, so that’s why I begin “Dear Tired,” here.
Dear Tired, 