, Pachomios Browne, give you, Khora^, of my Self. Take not my giving; neither clothe me in the exhaustion woven by my many anxieties. So conceived, let me write a little every day and place as much as I dare to share out into the world.
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is not "messing around". It's serious business, and its way more grown-up than Werri* thinks. One regular day during coffee with two others, I made some joke of some sort. It was momentous enough that Werri said, "Y'know, I've never
Kitty boy
was an alley cat. I don't know where my mom found out about him – probably in the Advance newspaper in Wyoming, Michigan – maybe the Grand Rapids Press – I don't know – but we drove over to some house when I was nine or ten years old to
Rhyming Words
When I was young, my mother and I attended the wake of my adoptive grandpa, Bill. Bill was married to Pete (Henrietta), and the couple was a loving addition to our lives – my mother's father having died when she was about 4, and my mother's mother
Belief
is a braid made of several necessary strands. It is not all one thing. It is possible to say, “I believe! And yet, I want to believe better or more.” Belief is not merely an idea that naturally occupies its position because it is obvious that it must. Belief is