A few words on hannah. Uganda has been one of those small spaces. In my final hours here in Kampala, I just experienced again, how small it can be.

An Open Letter to Teachers at the End of Their First Year as Such. Embarking on some kind of an adventure. My take on the Jason Russell situation. Keeping track of things that happened. Yelp Review of the Day.

An Attempt at Counting the Stars. Ten thousand stars poured from my fissures and filled your eyes. The treasure you were the only one brave enough to seek. Wrapped in sorrow I wrecked my body. Carefully concealing every crack with silence and indifference. You drew my waters from deep within my hidden wells. And played in joy when my armor began to crumble. The sky is leaking gunpowder.

Of City Streets and Falling Leaves. About City Streets and Falling Leaves. And the Word Became Kid. I have always found the doctrine of election to be rather . Oh, and maybe I could score a treat when we get back? Damn dog, anyway. What if Meatloaf was a prince for Halloween? We arrived at the park, bu.

It was the image of a child drowning in a pool. When the child panics and begins to flail his arms and fight against drowning, no one can rescue him. He is not allowing anyone to get close enough to pull him to safety. However, when the child is still someone can swim up to him and pull him out of the water. If i end up being half the woman she is i am going to consider myself extremely lucky.