While You Were Sleeping
It feels so wrong to continue living normal life in the aftermath of a tragic storm.
It feels so wrong to continue living normal life in the aftermath of a tragic storm.
“Why is no one washing their hands before going to lunch?!”
MATT (trying to save face, smiles): Thank you everyone! God bless!
I worked as an auditor until I didn’t.
Tzunuum was a plain, humble hummingbird; so simple that she had no dresses or jewelry for her wedding.
It feels like the stars are marching on inevitably but purposelessly, favoring—as always—fear, anger, patriarchy, and established power.
“Kids can’t learn when they don’t feel loved, right?”
People will die, the economy might tank, and my Italian honeymoon’s on the line, but somehow, it feels like I have a conflict of interest.
“There are peacocks in Creston?!??”
A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.