Jess Lahitou

So I’m writing today from Elevation 8,080 ft., here in Avon, Colorado.

It is a rare day when a Congressional committee garners tabloid-like coverage, but Thursday was one of those days.

That Christmas Eve in Vegas changed me for life. I’ve tried to remember not to deny myself the things I love about the holiday.

What do you say? What do you say when the unthinkable happens?

The Republican National Convention ended July 21. If you’re checking the calendar, that puts us at twelve days post-nomination wrap up for Donald J. Trump.

In that tiny window of time, DJT has managed to wreck any conceivable polls-bounce he might have gained from the star-spangled show of pretend Republican unity.

For the mental health of underprivileged victims of natural disaster, navigating the aftermath can be as much a struggle as surviving the original disaster.

With Twitter awash in letters of goodbyes, 140-word final messages from “collateral damage,” my heart broke last night. That doesn’t mean anything, and neither does this: I want to say I’m sorry to Syria.

Nothing about his sexism is complicated. Right? According to election results, wrong.

Last night the Fox Business Network hosted a debate amongst the 2016 Presidential Republican candidates. Just writing that feels like déjà vu – this would be the 6th debate thus far. And think! Only six more to go!

I am hesitant to write anything that might tangentially help Donald Trump, because I think the man entirely unfit to be president.