Are you content to engage in that most vile sin of this age—privileged disengagement—because the unprovoked atrocities being committed in Ukraine by Russians are too much to deal with? Then we are on different teams.

The count of those of us now living as refugees passed three million midweek last week. That’s Atlanta, Las Vegas, Seattle, Washington D.C., and Cleveland, Ohio.

There have been several missile hits in our neighborhood and just up the hill from us where our kids' medical clinic sits. The appetite of the beast has yet to be sated.

June 13 would have marked my 26th year in Ukraine. Crossing the border feels like sailing off the end of the world.

You out there reading and wondering, I'm okay, just tired. My friends, these beautiful, smart, talented, kind people are hurting.

If Putin succeeds in hanging Zelensky and installing his puppet in Kyiv, would it even be possible to go back? Would it be wise? Would you, if you could?

Clothes on our backs, two backpacks, documents, phones, water. Snowing in [redacted].

Bombs falling in Kyiv. Ukrainians have been shooting down bombers and fighter jets with Turkish drones, and other anti-aircraft.  National Guard here is fighting like men who are protecting their families.

Last night was another filled with sirens and blasts and blood-chilling silence between volleys.

If my just under 30 years of living in this part of the world means anything, trust this: there are true agents of evil at work, lurking in search of whom they might devour.