#Longreads – Mom once told me that before he started his truck to start the day, he had this thing he did on his leg. Some hoodoo mark thing he’d have to do just right, or start over, and as he did it he would pray for us, to keep us safe.
As an American who grew up in Canada, over the last number of months, hoping I was wrong about this growing reality that Trvmp was mounting what experts of historical authoritarians call a self-coup.
When this year started, I had a job, no real plans, per se, but goals. Stuff on the list that had been there for years, like finally in the fall getting my teeth […]
