Who comes to mind when you picture a refugee? You probably don’t imagine a European. But if you were a child of World War II and asked your parents what a refugee was, they would probably have… 835 more words
Parenting has a ton of nuances.
You’re doing it even when you’re not doing it. You’re doing it, especially when you’re not doing it because little eyes are watching you. 881 more words
i saw the milky way for the first time three years ago, just outside joshua tree national park, then again in a little cabin by capitol reef a few summers later. 325 more words
A wee history and idea medley regarding the somewhat obscure Shindo Renmei, ‘McNamara’s Morons, and the question of to what degree is Psychology a science. 55 more words
(the day post-celebration)
There was a boy in my elementary school. He enjoyed singing, and loved acting out like a pop star when he performed; his hand gestures stroking brushes on invisible canvases and his facial expressions twisted like a thousand loose threads. 772 more words