Buzzzz. My overly-cheerful-for-11:00-p.m. light hummed annoyingly over my desk, illuminating a dense packet of Aristotelean physics. With an internal sigh, I attempted to sink into the rigid, yet standard, St. Michael’s desk chair — requisite equipment for any townhouse — and reach for my pencil. Oddly enough, I came away … Continue reading ‘There is only the truth’: The problem with alternative facts