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A friend of mine said something a few weeks ago that I have not been able to quit thinking about. He is a man in his thirties, raised far from the church and the American scripts I grew up inside. We were talking, and he said, with no hesitation, that my wife Gina is one…
I am sixty-eight years old, and I am tired of men my age pretending to understand things they do not. I have lived a long time and watched a great deal. Yet a few days ago, I fell down a hole I did not climb back out of for hours. What I found there shocked…