There isn’t much in this word that frustrates me more than the idea that the uneducated choose hate over love and learning. In a world where public libraries are teeming with enough books to make a man or woman rich with wisdom, I’m having to shield my daughter from grown-ass men and women who believe that all Muslims are out to destroy America. I was told the other day by someone...
The toes of my sleeping, snuffy-nosed child keep digging into my sides. As I put this sentence together, her foot flies up as if she wants me to smell the adventure that stuck to the bottoms of her feet today. She’s only stretching between dreams, the very same way I stretch between the pages of a good book. I sit, restless, in the transition between summer and autumn. My body...
Me and You and Everyone We Know...(sorta)
Teddy: How many pieces for truck?
Me: I dunno. Only saw it was 1300 cube.
Teddy: Hmm, figured we'd be totally boned.
Me: I'd totally bone you.
Teddy: I'd totally bone you back.
Teddy: And forth. Forever.