Thinking of a future where we stop arguing and sniping at each other and start to solve problems, build communities, lasting legacies for our children and their children. Remembering those who are no longer here to celebrate this week: fathers, mothers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, children, friends… Hoping. Always hoping.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine? The sky is a shirt wet with tears, the road a vein about to break, and the glass of wine a mirror in which the sky, the road, the world keep changing. Before You Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz Translated by Agha Shahid Ali
Switching gears from emo to grouchy now…This post really set me off, so much so that I don’t particularly want to link to it…but I will, for no other reason than to illustrate the silliness of the current trend toward “social media experts”. There are a couple of truly recognized experts and there are some [...]