A Letter from the Loneliest Species
We never see anything but the familiar.
We never see anything but the familiar.
There’s no better way to get to know people, to disarm prejudices, and to remove the barrier of “the other” than to learn a language.
Like all Northwesterners, I do have my own pet theory about the Cooper case.
I don’t see what the big deal is.
Crap Wildlife Photography is a great equalizer.
We need one another in order to be brave.
Metaphors are tools for meaning-making, and when those tools have harvested bushel after bushel of meaning for my life, of course I struggle to see them as incomplete, limiting, or dangerous.
People said I glided across the water, but I felt more like I was floundering, barely able to get above the surface long enough to gasp for air.
My grippy polyester strings bite deep into the fuzz, sending it on an arc toward the far side of the service box.
My hesitation caused the exact outcome I’d feared.