“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ―Robert Frost When it’s all over, who and what will live on Sometimes, I think of hope as the palliative we use to keep from getting lost or going insane, and not much more. It may…
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Where The Shadows Play
I’ve always enjoyed Anne Lamott—ever since that summer day when I discovered her in a tiny, gay bookstore in Cape May, New Jersey, and then sat in the park, on a bench, and read these little stories, and laughed and cried and wondered at life, while waiting for my girlfriend…
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
There is a downside to allowing your world to grow small, but it’s not what you think it is. You can maintain a limited existence even while searching far and wide. You can explore the world while living inside a prison cell that measures eight inches across from ear to…