If all the doomsday headlines are right, the mass-murdering thugs from ISIS have made Washington, D.C., their next target. As someone who lives and works in the nation’s capital, I’m not thrilled to hear the news.
Those of you who follow my blog on Facebook or Twitter are well aware by now that this week, I wrote a guest column for the Washington Post called, “Why, for Southern Christians, Taking Down the Flag Isn’t Enough.” The reactions were, for the most part, positive.
When I was 14 years old, I got into a spat with my dear friend Erin Myers, thus beginning a one-month standoff between us in which we both refused to call or otherwise speak to one another. That standoff was interrupted the day after school on May 26, 1994, when she pulled out in front of an 18-wheeler and died on impact.