A confession: I fell in love with grief.
Listen, Pocket ~ there are three shoes to fear ~ they will dance
In August, in New Orleans, in love, the heat is animal, the scent of magnolia hangs in the air the way smoke fills a crowded bar.
How is madness inherited? What are the fine lines that connect us?
I want to inform students that history didn’t happen in a vacuum and is not confined to events in history books.
