Growing up, our kitchen was a battlefield. The signal to batten down the hatches? Dad’s lunch pail, landing with the force of righteous thunder on the chipped counter. That clanging thermos had more authority than the President. “This is my house,” he’d declare, chest out, sweat still fresh on his brow. “I pay the bills. I’m the boss.�… Read More


They Tried to Silence HimBy John Green They call it shadowban now.It’s a coward’s move. Not a clean fight. Not a bullet in the open, but something done in the dark. Mute the man, but don’t let him know. Let him shout into a room that doesn’t echo back. Let him bleed for work no one sees. Keep the value. Hide the voice.That’s what they’v… Read More