I was searching for the box of crackers in the kitchen pantry. Once again, though, they were apparently hidden behind the weapons of mass destruction. That’s the phrase my wife uses when I can’t find something that’s right there, right in front of my nose, screaming out my name, grabbing me by the wrist, wondering if I’d like to refinance at a historically l...

Life’s not fair, but every day is a better day. I’ve spent a lot of time this month, this Black History Month, talking to those who have seen much, much worse days. Not just seen, but lived. The past is never over if we sweep it under the rug, if we pretend past means finished, if we turn our backs on history. If discussing it makes us uncomfortable, that mea...