My dream of beating the system vanishes when I notice a lumbering yellow bus ahead, turning down the same back road I’ll be taking.
My dream of beating the system vanishes when I notice a lumbering yellow bus ahead, turning down the same back road I’ll be taking.
A post-election pandemic prayer from my 2020 Journal
Setting my compass towards a loose reckoning.
Impressions from a transitional month
A mostly-true story about my mother’s wisdom.