Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

I think we've created a system here where only the lifelong politicians, who are used to this kind of life in the spotlight and don't care, or people who have egos along the lines of Donald Trump - who just don't care what people say about them - they're the only people who are ever going to run because nobody wants their life dissected as meanly and as randomly as our media has come to do with anybody who runs for office.

What's wrong with being number 2?

But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.

The manager once called me the 'best freak' in his stable, and, sad as it sounds, I took pride in that. When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

Detroit is a place where we've had it pretty tough. But there is a generosity here and a well of kindness that goes deep.