Steven LaChance
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Faith. It’s a word that’s followed me like a shadow, shifting shape depending on the light I cast on it. For years, I’ve turned it over in my mind, trying to grasp its edges, only to find it slipping through my fingers like smoke. Merriam-Webster offers definitions—”strong conviction,” “complete trust,” “belief in God,” “firm belief…
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Imagine stepping into one of the rooms at the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe in Berlin. The floor stretches out before you, a mosaic of words—fragments of diaries, letters, final cries etched into stone. You look down, as if standing over graves, and read the shattered pieces of lives swallowed by the Holocaust.…
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December 2017. The air smelled like the holidays and pine needles. We stood in a room full of people who’d fought for us, cried for us, waited for us. My hands shook holding the marriage license—a piece of paper I never thought I’d get to sign. Seven years later, I still remember the way my…
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I know I drive some of you crazy with my constant barrage of queer content. Trust me, I get it. But here’s the thing—you have to understand that my posts aren’t really for you. And I’m certainly not trying to change the minds of the far-right extremists who have already decided to rationalize their hatred.…
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I often think of Anne Frank. Her words, her story, her unwavering hope in the face of unimaginable fear have haunted and inspired me for as long as I can remember. But it wasn’t until I visited the Secret Annex in Amsterdam that I truly felt the weight of her presence. Walking through those small,…
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Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, unable to move, only to see a dark, shadowy figure lurking in the corner of your room? If so, you’re not alone. Over the years, I’ve delved deep into the enigmatic world of shadow people, and my latest book, Glow, explores the eerie intersection…
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As a survivor of the infamous Screaming House haunting, I approached Steven Soderbergh’s “Presence” with both anticipation and skepticism. After watching it tonight, I must say it might not resonate with everyone — it does have its imperfections. However, it stands out as one of the most authentic portrayals of a haunting I’ve experienced in…
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It was 1982, and I was seventeen—carefree, bold, and utterly convinced that the future was bright. I remember walking into the local arcade with my pink polo collar flipped up and starched, my straight-leg jeans perfectly faded, and my loafers polished just enough to look effortlessly cool. A typical seventeen-year-old in the eighties, caught somewhere…
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Lately, I’ve been watching interviews with MAGA supporters, and whenever the question comes up—“Do you believe in the Constitution?”—the response is invariably, “Yes, I’m a constitutionalist.” Yet how can someone honestly claim that title while backing an ideology that not only betrays the very document meant to protect our freedoms but, in many cases, actively…
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