Politics is a filthy sponge. Do you want it in your sink? Do you want it in your mind?
Yesterday evening, after two warm days, a cleansing ocean wind rushed into the valley once again. This morning the air is sweet and still. And I sense something else, which makes me say these words aloud: autumnal understanding.
If I do not return your wave, is the loss not mine? For with each breath, I am granted a choice: I can give myself completely to the world, or live in a state of suspended grace.
July 27, 2019
I Love the Flower Girl
Imagine you’re thousands of miles away, a stranger to local language and custom, and you’re wondering how on earth you could have forgotten to bring flowers. Then imagine you’re a flower.
Recently Banned Literature, January 23, 2018