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Music serves as a comforting companion in life’s chaos, transforming struggles into relatable experiences. From quirky love songs to therapeutic breakup ballads and powerful protest anthems, tunes provide solace and motivation. Whether belting out catchy lyrics or wallowing in sadness, music acts as the duct tape for the soul, always ready to resonate.
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Dear Future Family, Today is March 1, 2025. When I was a boy, my grandmother would say March came in like a lion or a lamb. Her voice was warm, steady, the kind that made you believe whatever she said. I’d sit by her closely, listening to the wind howl outside, never imagining I’d one
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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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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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I’ve been reflecting a lot on spirituality and its connection to religion, especially as a gay man. For many queer individuals, religion can be a challenging topic, often leaving a bitter taste in our mouths. Throughout our lives, we have faced many moments of hostility from those who insist they hold the key to divine
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