Speak for Mackinac, Speak for America
Creaturehood and the American Character I have a practice that keeps me honest. From time to time I sit with the full weight of every oath I have ever sworn. Not the polished ones of adulthood, but the first ones: the clumsy, absolute promises of early childhood, the ones made when the world still felt straightforward and my word felt like the only currency that mattered. I do not treat them as relics. I treat them as live obligations. The man I am now must answer for the boy who made them. Circumstance matters. The light I had at the time…