Why expend the energy of replying to an unknown author’s email? Just because you state on your company web site that you welcome unsolicited emails and make every effort to respond in a timely fashion? Pfft, get real.
Writing the ending can feel like a process of closing off all the wonderful options you gave yourself at the beginning and all throughout the middle. It’s a kind of heartbreak.
The essays of Where To Invade Next create an incomplete yet compelling portrait of the hysteria that injected itself into American foreign policy in the days immediately following the 9/11 attacks.
Some works dazzle you from one moment to the next while some works quietly sink in, infiltrating the reader’s psyche without their noticing.
What I most remember about Let There Be Light is the African American soldier who can’t stop crying, due to what he describes as “nostalgia.”
Looking into drivers’ faces becomes for me a handy reminder of the essential humanness of humanity: we are many, we are trying, we are struggling, we are on our way.
Had a bit of a panic attack on the day before Christmas, brought on by my acrophobia.
“Divide! Divide! Divide! Let the unified few keep the quarreling majority from sharing in what is rightfully everyone’s!”
The worst part about waking up in the middle of the night is that the wakefulness sends me to a place of zero productive thinking.
After answering a bunch of questions, I can now say I am Gryffindor material.