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
In which I embrace frivolity and lean into the ensuing visual pleasure.
Family and the fine art of hospitality.
If you’re going to sleep next to someone, make sure it’s your hero.