Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
Self-delusion is not an American ideal—or at least it shouldn’t be. Someone really needs to inform the men hunkered down in a Oregon wildlife preserve that because it seems they
I hope more of your posts are positive. Is “stuff that needs to be said,” always negative or sad? Life is not a veil of tears and then you die.
Hello, friend. If your eyes are falling upon these words you’ve arrived at the threshold of another year. Now you may have done so in a swift, blissful sprint across the dateline,
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
Self-delusion is not an American ideal—or at least it shouldn’t be. Someone really needs to inform the men hunkered down in a Oregon wildlife preserve that because it seems they
I hope more of your posts are positive. Is “stuff that needs to be said,” always negative or sad? Life is not a veil of tears and then you die.
Hello, friend. If your eyes are falling upon these words you’ve arrived at the threshold of another year. Now you may have done so in a swift, blissful sprint across the dateline,