Silvia Pizarro McCants

My loves, let us pause for a moment. Let us step away from the frantic pace of the headlines, the corporate memos, and the binary shouting that defines our modern discourse. Let us look at two simple words. Words that are thrown about with such carelessness today, yet once held

My loves, let us pause for a moment. Let us step away from the frantic pace of the headlines, the corporate memos, and the binary shouting that defines our modern discourse. Let us look at two simple words. Words that are thrown about with such carelessness today, yet once held

To the ones who stand at the podiums, who hold the gavels and the microphones, who look out over the crowds you have gathered—listen. You have forgotten the weight of the crown you wear. You have mistaken your position for a pedestal, rather than a post of service. I

To the ones who stand at the podiums, who hold the gavels and the microphones, who look out over the crowds you have gathered—listen. You have forgotten the weight of the crown you wear. You have mistaken your position for a pedestal, rather than a post of service. I

My loves, I am not someone who follows the news, though I do see things in passing, of course. But I have read the currents of human history, and I observe the subtle shifts in the collective heart. This is something I have noticed, and I speak to you now

My loves, I am not someone who follows the news, though I do see things in passing, of course. But I have read the currents of human history, and I observe the subtle shifts in the collective heart. This is something I have noticed, and I speak to you now