understanding

Understanding

You keep telling me to understand. To be quiet. To let it go. You call me a crybaby, a whiner, a troublemaker, a child. You say I’m a hypocrite. You say I’m spewing the hate I rally against. You call my pain a temper tantrum. You tell me it’s my job to unite us as...

Questions

Normally, I like to think that I have all the answers. Although I certainly haven’t fooled myself into thinking I’m an astronaut or rocket scientist, I do like to think that I know stuff. I do well at Jeopardy. My educated guesses are pretty right on. I tend to figure out who the killer is...