The following post was written by my daughter, Agatha Mitchem, whose team lost 1-0 in round 3 of the 2019 NC state soccer tournament. I was sitting in a parking lot. It was 9:30 pm on a Wednesday night. I had just played my last game of soccer. Ever. Of course I will be part of pickup games and clubs that meet once or twice a week in college in order to “stay fit,” but I knew it would never…
Freedom is like Love. It’s a good idea, but one so vast that human beings are incapable of comprehending it. Like the universe. Like God. We are not designed to understand these things in their entirety. This is why we gravitate to soundbites that simplify our ideas of these things. It’s why “fake news” works. It’s why we go to meetings every week where we are told to “love each other.” It’s why politicians can spin lies—and somehow get away…
I never want any more than I need. And I swear to God this makes me feel like an outcast in America.
One day in the near future, President Donald Trump will have an encounter with his maker. Only it won’t be like he expects.
You have a job. And that job is where you work. But, unless you’re a writer, how I work probably doesn’t look like work to you.
NOTE: I realize that by publishing a post like this, I risk to lose the respect of some who will consider what I’m about to say as batshit crazy. Except, it’s not. It’s process. I am a white man in his early 50s. As such, my personal experiences have been more sheltered than most. There should be no way for me to effectively connect with people who are not like me, and who I’ll never meet in person, to convince…
