Where we are has more power over who we are than we know. Places: a form of tyranny, of course.
We lived in a place that was larger than a breadbox…
This was her duty, this watching over, and it was the right way to live.
The games we play with alcohol are often the games we play with ourselves.
We are all going to die; time comes for everyone. What are we going to do with our lives in the meantime?
Relationships and love in the time of Trump. Is it time to conform, to defy, or something else?
We all grow up under tyrants: that’s what parents are, tyrants. One day you must prevail over them.