My Mother the Griefbot
Do we want to bring our loved ones back?
Do we want to bring our loved ones back?
And our choice of words reveals us.
Stop prioritizing.
However you interpreted the American dream, it was all that held us together.
Or how the father of taxonomy persuaded the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences to organize a hunt for mermaids.
Brilliant, he admits to an “almost delusional level of self-confidence.” Will we pay for his recklessness?
“Haunting” is the first word that comes to mind. The melody’s ghost lingered, changing the very air. The Gymnopédies, a word I now know means “Three Nude Dances,” were indeed bare: simple, vulnerable, tender, wistful, melancholy.
Mary Poppins' umbrella was all about Sufi mysticism, and a Bulgarian umbrella will kill you.
Want to grow old gracefully? Less striving, more love.
Do these people not know that now is now is now is NOW?