The train pulled into Washington D.C.’s Union Station; before we said goodbye, one of my seatmates introduced me to a fellow pilgrim from New York City headed to the march: Emily Whitfield, who ...
Three weeks into Trump 2.0, and I’m still haunted by JD Vance’s condescending smirk at the National Prayer Service.
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