The thing about wisdom is it stops you running face first into walls.
The thing about wisdom is it stops you running face first into walls.
Shower upon him every earthly blessing, drown him in bliss so that nothing but bubbles would dance on the surface…
Close with a Frenchman, but out-maneuver a Russian.
Immigrant November '63: eight months in London. I pause on the low bridge to watch the pelicans: they float swanlike,…