The plane touched down in the heat and the casket was heavy. Men carried it off the jet with stiff arms and steady steps. No one spoke. No one had to. The widow stood by with her hands clenched into fists and her eyes dry—not because there were no tears left, but because she'd used them all up.The husband was dead. The father was gone. The body i… Read More


The Soil Beneath Our Feet & the Fire We Must Start The System Is Broken, and We Know It.They ask if we should take back the land. The land that China bought.They ask it like it’s complicated.It isn’t.A country is not lines on a map. It’s not paper deeds or price tags. A country is the soil under your boots after a hard day's work. It’s the … Read More