Kamala, every time I think I couldn’t be more proud, you find a way to prove me wrong. And tonight, you showed America why we deserve you as the next President of the United States.
@JenReadsRomance He works in corporate pr now and gets to be constantly grumpy about journalists not knowing anything about their topic. He once had to explain what a wing tip on a plane is to a young cub
@JenReadsRomance There’s a reason my dad and journalists of his generation left the profession. They were being asked to unlearn decades of ethical reporting practices for the sake of corporate greed
@heymrsbond Teachers also shouldn’t have to have conversations with spouses about how they will take a bullet for their students if necessary but that’s def a convo we’ve had in my house
@heymrsbond The girl it was about was adopted by good friends of my parents who had another adopted Down’s syndrome daughter and a bio daughter with Down’s. She died at age 18 (i think) from a heart attack
@heymrsbond I’m biased because my dad wrote this but it was published in a book of poetry a few years ago. A Pulitzer Prize winning journalist wrote a poem inspired by Finn, a former orphan from the far reaches of Russia who had Down syndrome and wasn't able to write much beyond family names
@heymrsbond Love sustains us long after the source is gone. Once created, it voyages unimpeded across the vastness, lighting the places where memories live. J. Lynn Lunsford January 5, 2018
@heymrsbond Alt text: Of Light and Love. For Finn. The last man to walk on the moon once told me what it was like to speed through the blackness between here and there. The thing, he said, is that there actually is no darkness in space. The Universe is filled with light,
@heymrsbond Some of it older than comprehension. It travels in invisible silence until one day it illuminates us. It lights our journey, and reveals us for who we really are. That’s the way it is with love, particularly when forged in a heart as pure and fierce as the furnace of a star.