When you’re five and you hurt, you make a big noise unto the world. At ten you whimper. By the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain. It’s the Western Way of Enlightenment.
Words are a heavy thing. They weigh you down. If birds talked, they couldn’t fly.
Defunding Planned Parenthood to prevent abortions is a lot like outlawing umbrellas to prevent rain.
I’m itching to make some changes. I don’t know if it’s the Spring coming and the urge to clean out and rearrange and brighten up now that winter’s ending - or if it’s ‘nesting’ starting to kick in. I…