This morning and throughout the day I’ve thought, in the little scraps and spaces of free time, what I might write here. Then I read my friend Lore’s latest post, and I realized that there’s nothing I can conjure that comes close, not today and maybe not ever.
So go read her words, and maybe, if she soothes your spirit in the way I know she does for many more than she perhaps realizes, you can drop her a line and tell her so.
This is How You Heal the Wound
The Subdivision
On the Virtues of Peeing Outside
Imagination destruction
The Things We Build
Our Love Affair With Fairs
Curse of the Greedy Copyright Holders
Boy, the Scout Handbook Keeps Changing
Ya Gotta Have (Real) Friends
G.K., Santa, and Me
How Can I Teach My Kids to Work?
Intelligence Designer
Elective
The Glass Child
Name
The Grace I Know
Coming Apart
Uninterested
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