If the line between good and evil cuts through the human heart there’s gotta be some overlap. The lovely mesh seems so far to last
Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
Don’t ask me for grace. Not because I don’t want you to have it, for I certainly do. But I can’t give it to you.
A totally unscientific survey — texted my brother-in-law on the other coast — shows [my] fears of the death of the ice cream cone have
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
“We’re sorry,” said the man, pointing. “We ain’t much here.” The woman, they guessed his wife by the way she puttered around, doing many small