on the list . . .
I love a list. It has a beginning and an ending. It’s a certainty. A sure thing. Naturally, then, I love Rob …
I love a list. It has a beginning and an ending. It’s a certainty. A sure thing. Naturally, then, I love Rob …
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of …
There’s no word in the language I revere more than ‘teacher.’ My heart sings when a kid refers to me …