Learning the Language of Freedom's Call

By the time you’re reading this, I’m approximately 2,452 miles away from my writing desk, sitting in the sands of a California beach, wondering why we chose to live in a place where the air hurts our faces for half the year.

It was with this trip on the horizon that I got to spend time thinking about this week’s f-word. It’s a tricky one; a pro at getting politicized and religionized; a concept that means very different things to very different people; a word that has a way of taking from some as...