Sublime

truculent

She’d once called her autism her special asset—“my microscope, telescope, and laser, put together.”

the human megaphone is in full swing.

The terror and consternation of the Presidential couple may be imagined by anyone who has ever loved a child, and suffered that dread intimation common to all parents, that Fate may not hold that life in as high a regard, and may dispose of it at will.

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“There are a lot of things I wrote in the eighties that weren’t right,” he told me. “The big change was my having children. I know it’s a cliché, but once you have children you start to understand that everyone is somebody’s baby. It is an insiders-outsiders thing. You grow up and these people are characters on TV or video games or baseball cards—y

Death is everywhere, oppressive and beautiful.

White boys thought the world of themselves, thought the world was themselves, and that anything otherwise was out of place, needed to be noticed or ignored.

How does one thrive through a maelstrom of change? By standing on ground that is permanent.