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Summer in the Valley

I fell in love with this valley three years ago, in the summer.

Antiracism requires us to leave our comfort zone. It requires sacrifice.

After all, what could sound older than a harpsichord?

There was separation of church and state in the Town and Country.

Want to know about other types of spaces? Of course you don’t. I’m gonna tell you.

Imagine. Insist.

What I learned on this year’s Dover was how to sit in the disappointment with friends and then to race around joyfully on borrowed red bicycles.

Not veering off into an oncoming car is just a social contract.

This may be the last post I’ll write from Honduras.

$39 for a month of unlimited classes. Tempting.