Comparison is NOT the thief of joy
A new way of looking at the old phrase
A new way of looking at the old phrase
or, Why Mayan priests controlled the water.
I’m enjoying this idyllic afternoon, but soon enough, pain will return. Soon it will be my turn to suffer again.
I do not want to be the type of person who builds walls.
In this intimate saga, we lose ourselves and simultaneously come alive to a hunger for beauty through the soul of Lady Bird. We are reminded of our own awkward hunt for identity.
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.