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Opinion

The MSU shooting anniversary

Editorials and columns

Three years ago,I learned that humans all have expiration dates and only God knows when we will expire. Three years ago, the day before Valentine’s Day, I experienced a mass shooting at Michigan State University (MSU) that forced me to appreciate the fragility of life, the human-condition of ...

Trump stops race to save the creation

Editorials and columns

May we talk about spiritual matters? "In the beginning," the Bible opens, "God created the heavens and the earth." Several lines down, God says, let humankind "have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the wild animals of the earth, ...

Eileen Gu’s terrible choice

Editorials and columns

It isn't easy being Eileen Gu. The champion freestyle skier said the other day, after she had to settle for a silver medal in an event at the Olympics, that "sometimes it feels like I'm carrying the weight of two countries on my shoulders." Gu would be carrying the weight of only one ...

Grief is love spelled differently

Editorials and columns

Love can raise us higher than we ever imagined. It can sneak in and give us a warm hug at just the right moment. Whether it’s love of a partner, family member, or friend, the deep emotional attachment that accompanies love fills us up and holds us together. But love can also plunge us deep ...

Pam Bondi shows loyalty to her audience of one

Editorials and columns

Let's hear a word of praise for the ordinary citizens who have called for an end to the too-often reckless invasions of American cities by federal agents carrying out President Trump's crusade against undocumented immigrants. I am moved by the courage and patriotism of those who have come out ...

Plant in your own life and we all reap the rewards

Editorials and columns

There's a 36-year-old song that talks about the value of hard work. "I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail," the chorus goes, "Learn how to use my hands, not just my head. I think myself into jail. Now, I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose. Gotta ...