What do you do? I’ll pause for a moment and let you think about that question. Have you thought about it? I just waited a full seven minutes. 661 more words
Shakespeare was Theodora’s favorite playwright, and she persisted in requesting that we visit the Folger Shakespeare Library. Eventually, I agreed to go to Washington, D.C. with her. 1,097 more words
Spring is in town, or so the incessant facebook status’ tell me. And, while I know that the longer, more sun-filled days are refreshing after the barren winter we endured in the Northeast, I, for one, am not all that excited about spring, and you shouldn’t be either. 828 more words
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The arts give us a great percentage of the lasting an unassailable data regarding the nature of man, of immaterial man, of man considered as a thinking an sentient creature.
“I guess love is always complicated, even for a Supreme Leader.”