Have you thought about Palestine today?
As I’m writing, the update page is subtitled “Israeli forces bomb Gaza from north to south”; a day later, “Six Palestinians killed in West Bank raids by Israel.”
As I’m writing, the update page is subtitled “Israeli forces bomb Gaza from north to south”; a day later, “Six Palestinians killed in West Bank raids by Israel.”
Congregational eye-rolling intensifies.
What is it about the Midwest that makes us want to erect huge statues to very young and famous teen mothers?
I cuddled up in her guest bed and thought, You know, taking trips isn’t so bad.
I try not to take Letterboxd too seriously, but I do anyway.
But this year I learned that Dad had found her the next weekend, fifty yards from my stand.
She has taught me to use a sewing machine about six different times. It never sticks.
Also there’s a sentient universe that’s a frog.
The grass was green, fading to tan as it does during winter in the South; 160 years ago the ground would have been stained with blood.
Teachers always have some vague notion about how it’s going to be the most “relatable” of the plays—and the relative lack of bloody deaths and disturbing family dynamics is just a bonus.