I flicked my phone screen, scrolling down, down, down through an endless feed of political news. Each headline built on the one before it, their all-caps all-bold typeface seemingly screaming at me from the screen. One candidate’s aggressive proposal to further abortions in our nation, the other’s ongoing dismissal of those who are different than
I am a pretty confident person. I have always been opinionated, and it doesn’t really bother me. I have always been vocal about things I am passionate about, and it is not something that I am ashamed of. I don’t embarrass all that easily (unless, of course, social awkwardness is involved, in which case I
I have always been a pretty confident person. Growing up in a family with nine children, my confidence set me apart from the pack. Every Christmas my father would write our holiday letter and two phrases were repeatedly used of me in my early years: “a pit bull on red bull” and “tiger meat wrapped