The Tube is Your Stage
It was like England’s very own Machine Gun Kelly had strolled onto the tube.
It was like England’s very own Machine Gun Kelly had strolled onto the tube.
When we pass the Toyota with someone eating a chicken sandwich all wrapped up in white paper, I throw up my hands.
“Is the whole Midwest eating something but us?”
The result is a staggeringly compelling story that has had its little hooks in me for a while now, certainly deeper than I expected and perhaps slightly deeper than I knew was possible.
Harris promised the status quo. For the past 399 days, the status quo in Gaza has been brutality.
It’s a kind of mental treadmill, a sprint that doesn’t get me anywhere except tired.
I can hear no seraphim.
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
I want so deeply to love the people around me.
To be clear, I have nothing against Mary Oliver.
I think my love of surprises has something to do with my love of good stories.