We realized that something was very wrong when, following Sarah Palin’s keynote speech Wednesday night, I stood in our kitchen screaming and sobbing while repeatedly beating the oven door with a dish towel. Holy media-induced mental break, Batman!
About a half an hour into this preposterous, wholly unproductive behavior, my tongue felt thick, my head swirled, and a knot of sadness and shame settled into the pit of my stomach. [ . . . ] Continue »
