Writing about your community is difficult for any writer.
The world is fine. Our place on it is precarious.
I miss smoking (two to four packs a day) but I don't miss the crackle in my lungs when I breathed.
Our ability to factory farm animals is coldly psychopathic.
I don't know if I have a book in me, but I'm sure I have more essays.
Our ability to turn off empathy for specific kinds of humans and then use faulty logic to justify our beliefs is messily sociopathic.