My sweet girl was 13 when #BrainCancer stole her from us. 💔
I’m her dad & some days the storm still feels like it’s trying to rip me apart. If you’re reading this & your heart is broken too, I need you to hear what I’m slowly learning to believe again.
This pain is brutal & it’s okay that it is. I cry in the car & I still reach for her hand that isn’t there. Some nights I can barely breathe. You’re allowed to fall apart. I do.
But Ashley… man, she was something else. The way she laughed until she couldn’t breathe, how she’d sing “Hosanna” by Hillsong at the top of her lungs with her little hands raised high & how she fought that monster in her brain with a smile that made nurses cry. She was here. She mattered & she still does.
Cancer took her body, but it never touched her spirit. That belongs to God now & I know she’s whole, she’s dancing, she’s waiting for the day I walk through the door & she runs straight into my arms again. Some miracles don’t look like healing here on Earth. Sometimes the miracle is the 13 years we got, the love that death can’t kill, the way her story keeps reaching other families & reminding them they’re not alone.
I’m not going to tell you the pain disappears. It doesn’t but I promise you it changes shape. One day you’ll laugh without feeling guilty. One day you’ll talk about them & smile more than you cry. One day you’ll realize the love is bigger than the loss. Until then, keep saying their name. Keep telling their stories & keep living, because that’s what our Children would want.
Ashley would roll her eyes if I stopped fighting for the other Children still in the battle. So I get up. I show up. Some days that’s all the victory I’ve got & it’s enough.
If you’re a cancer dad or mom reading this & the world feels too heavy tonight, I see you. I’m right here in the storm with you. You’re not crazy, you’re not weak & you’re not alone. The worst has already happened & somehow, impossibly, love is still winning.
Our babies aren’t lost. They’re just on the other side of the storm, cheering us on until we’re home too.
Keep going, warrior. I’m proud of you for still being here. Your Child is proud of you too. ❤️
Ashley’s Dad 🦋
@2StefanMoore
41-year-old Jonathan Pettigrew, a devoted dad from the Bronx who had recently gained full custody of his young daughter and was working hard to provide for his seven children, was fatally shot on a BX36 bus on Monday, June 8, 2026.
Police say Pettigrew politely asked another passenger, reportedly a teenager to stop talking so loudly on his phone. The argument escalated, and the suspect pulled out a gun and shot him in the abdomen. Pettigrew was rushed to Jacobi Hospital, where he was pronounced dead.
No arrests have been made. The suspect is described as a young male, possibly in his teens.
This is yet another heartbreaking example of how quickly a simple request for respect on public transit can turn deadly. Jonathan was trying to get home after work just doing what any father would do.
Rest in peace, Jonathan Pettigrew. You didn’t deserve this. 🕊️
@Global_Roamer@JamesTKirkCam@wine_x13 There are a lot of kids out there whose parents are having a hard time affording them. There are even
more kids out there with social challenges. Should we kill all of them as well?
@melodymlyons First, congrats! And second, can I ask why he said that and what you did to overcome? I had a significant foot injury requiring surgery in November and my goal is to be able to run a 5K again.
@TomSteyer You will make boys (who pretend to be girls) feel safe, but what about actual girls? The tragedy is that you won't protect the girls who actually need protection.
@GutsySheila@BibleInContext1 Henry VIII absolutely separated from Rome because he disagreed with the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church. It is the Church's teaching (and Christ's) that divorce is not allowed. Anglicans are not the same as Catholics - not then, and definitely not now
@onwardmyhawkmen@emzanotti Nope. Fiscal responsibility is a personal choice. I (now) have the money to go out to eat for lunch daily if I would like, but I bring leftovers or make a sandwich. Meanwhile, many of the staff who make much less money choose to DoorDash every day.
Stop whining - Gen X
A Christian is killed every 2 hours in sub-Saharan Africa. More than 70% of all Christians killed for their faith last year were Nigerian. And yet 94% of Nigerian Catholics still show up to Mass every Sunday. The highest attendance rate on the planet.
Read that again.
@cecsquared Even dealing with "standard" depression and anxiety is not easy. I'm a pediatrician, never trained on mental health, yet that's about 40% of my visits because psychiatrists don't take insurance, want to do everything virtual, and are often not available. The whole thing sucks
I know this is gonna piss people off… but it’s high time someone said it.
In the year of our Lord 2026, can we please do away with land acknowledgements?
I’m a professor at a University in Wisconsin (views are my own and not of my University… obviously).
Today at commencement we were made to endure a round of institutional self-flagellation “acknowledging our university’s historical contributions to the disenfranchisement of indigenous communities” and to swear our fealty that “we declare a standing commitment towards campus-wide education, increased awareness of current indigenous issues, and the development of sustainable partnerships with indigenous nations of the area.”
No.
For starters, the history being implied here is absurdly simplistic. The Anishinaabe (the first tribe listed in the acknowledgment) did not emerge from the earth as eternal peaceful stewards of this exact patch of land. They expanded into the region through conflict, including violent struggles with the Dakota, whom they pushed westward. By the late 1600s and early 1700s, the St. Croix region was already contested ground. The arrival of French fur traders and access to firearms only intensified that struggle, helping cement shifting power dynamics between Indigenous nations themselves.
Human history is full of migration, conquest, warfare, displacement, alliance, and changing borders. That was true here long before the United States existed.
What I reject is the modern fiction that history can be reduced to a cartoon of pure innocents and singular villains, followed by ritualized public confession from people who had nothing to do with any of it.
And that is really what these ceremonies are: ideological liturgies.
A university commencement should celebrate achievement, scholarship, perseverance, and the graduates sitting before us -- not compel attendees to participate in a contemporary political creed dressed up as moral seriousness.
Teach history honestly? Absolutely.
Debate policy? Of course.
But do not hand me a scripted declaration of collective guilt and call it education.
A nursing mother sat in a Carthage prison in 203 AD and wrote down her own dreams.
She knew she was going to die. She wrote anyway.
What she left behind is one of the most extraordinary documents in Christian history.
If you pitched this as a screenplay every studio would reject it for being too on-the-nose.
A 73-year-old architect walks to confession in 1926 and gets hit by a tram on the Gran Via in Barcelona. He's mistaken for a vagrant because of his worn clothes and left at a pauper's hospital. He dies three days later. His name is Antoni Gaudí. The cathedral he leaves behind is less than a quarter complete. The plans to finish it sit in his workshop as plaster models and detailed drawings.
Ten years after his death, in July 1936, FAI anarchists break into that workshop. They smash the plaster models. They burn the archive of drawings and calculations. They pry open Gaudí's tomb. For the next 50 years, architects piece together a destroyed playbook from photographs and broken plaster fragments.
The geometry was the real problem. Gaudí designed the church using upside-down hanging-chain models because the math for hyperboloid intersections did not yet exist on paper. He had solved it physically. Computers finally caught up to him in the 1980s. By 2010 the project was 50% complete. By 2015 stone elements that took months to hand-carve were being modelled digitally and machine-cut in days.
Now the kicker. The building is funded entirely by people paying admission to see scaffolding. €134.5 million of income in 2025, all private, none of it from the Spanish state or the Vatican. About 4.7 million tourists a year buying €26 tickets to watch a cathedral get built. The unfinished state was the product.
On June 10, 2026, exactly 100 years to the day after Gaudí died, the cross goes up on the Tower of Jesus Christ. 144 years from groundbreaking. 172.5 meters tall. The tallest church building in the world, beating Ulm Minster, which took 513 years.
When asked why his project was taking so long, Gaudí said one thing: "My client is not in a hurry."
Turns out neither was he.