This Is It
She lets me kiss her side, an act I recognize in the moment as fleeting magic.
She lets me kiss her side, an act I recognize in the moment as fleeting magic.
It’s 8:38 on a Friday night and I am nowhere near anything that can be described as “cool.”
As it turned out, being born for T. R. was the easy part.
Those are the things that the metadata leaves out.
She bargained her services as a biology editor in exchange for a small lab and single technician and doggedly continued her science.
If we continue as is, and perhaps even if we don’t, mass species extinction will continue accelerating.
I have never felt like the grief I have is deserved.
I don’t know if they all liked it, but it was my birthday.
It’s a matter of honor, not passion.
I was a twelve-year old caught in the midst of a historical wave.