Goodbye, Dad.
A deeply personal post.
personal
Snippet for August (and a personal update)
Flames dance thanks to exothermic reactions, a process that releases energy to its surroundings in the form of heat and light.
So did she.
Say Farewell to the F-Bomb
Sometimes, we choose to do things not because they’re the only way, but because they’re the kinder way.
I’m sorry. But that’s not enough.
Today, a black friend of mine posted a picture of himself, unsmiling, in a restaurant – the owners of which had chosen to decorate the walls with pastoral scenes of slaves picking cotton. I’m sorry. But that’s not enough.
