My daughter told me about the mass killing in Orlando in the car Sunday, as we drove up Route 81 on an errand. We bought summer shorts and solar lights for the back walkway, ate pho and spring rolls, stopped at a bookstore, drove… Continue Reading “In favor of impurity, or, I’m sick at heart and I want to lie down”
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