Growing up, our kitchen was a battlefield. The signal to batten down the hatches? Dad’s lunch pail, landing with the force of righteous thunder on the chipped counter. That clanging thermos had more authority than the President. “This is my house,” he’d declare, chest out, sweat still fresh on his brow. “I pay the bills. I’m the boss.�… Read More

You Can’t Say That: A Dispatch From the Front Lines of the Word WarsBy Roy Dawson, Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThe air smells like old coffee and silicon fear.Men once crossed oceans with rifles and prayers. Now we cross Terms of Service with synonyms and emojis.The robots are scared of nouns. They stalk us like thin cats in a bad alley.We s… Read More

When Your Peace Becomes Their Pain: Navigating the Hatred of Elevation Trust Me If You Get To My Level You Will Never Want To Go Back Ever.This crazy keyboard-twisted world spins nonstop, and there are moments where the weight of it all presses down on us. We don’t always understand what’s happening, but there’s something powerful in letting … Read More