To be a different bird—that’s what I love. I’ve always been the one they didn’t want to hand the microphone to, the one with a little too much spirit for the crowd. Looking back many moons ago, here’s a true story: when I worked at the aluminum plant on the last day of my ninety-day probation, they gave me the worst puller they had—numb

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