There is, really, only one intersection in the town I come from. There is a bar and off sale liquor store, a failing grocery store, a gas station, and an auto shop on each corner, respectively. The auto shop is as much scrap yard as it is retailer of cars or fixer of body damage. …
I sometimes think we are wind up dolls more than anything. We are given what we are given in terms of inheritance, facts of life, birthplace and name and family. Perhaps, as they say, we are given genes prone to alcoholism, or sugar, or metabolisms and intelligence. Then, all frail and vulnerable, we are given …
Nearly every wisdom tradition I have found has struggled to articulate why humans should suffer so, and laid out spiritual paths as ways to live sanely. What we want, all of us, is an end to suffering and a way to happiness. These are the same things. We know a kind of mortal wounding, a …
I was never a girl who lasted. There was always something a bit ephemeral and uncommitted, lost to the way I lived. I don’t know how this started or why. But I was marked, if I was marked by anything, by a fear of exposure. No one has any pictures of me, and it becomes …
