Jefferson’s god is not the Christian god.
Last week I went through hell to get to Hadestown, a Tony award—winning Broadway musical at the National Theater.
Today my father is on my mind. So is Donald Trump.
I went to a birthday party last Saturday. Some friends were unseen, conspicuous by their absence.
I finally met the man I was taught to disdain. I immediately liked him.
My mother was a phenomenologist.
Remember the 1983 movie The Big Chill?
I saw Charles III crowned in Westminster Abbey. I expected Monty Python to save the day. No such luck.
I looked in and around my world for something to occupy my mind, something remarkable. I found nothing, except this.
The Grim Reaper was not by my bedside. Something scarier was.
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