Sometimes when I am having trouble finding my words I look to what I would say to my nephew. As I sat in my own struggle with how to proceed with this blog, this is what came to me. These are my words to him to be read when he is old enough to understand them... My precious little man. I promised myself that every time something major happened in our world or in your life I would write about it for you. Like a time capsule of things you were too small to remember. But these last few months have been unspeakable. I have not been able to put any of it into words. But it is my obligation and duty to do this so that someday you can read these words and know what was going on around you as you grew and studied and became part of this world. These words are probably more important than any birthday timestamp or milestone mention. They are the very words of our precious and fragile democracy and the freedom you were born to, the freedom that ha...