Mostly silent these days as I'm busy trying to brace myself for the whirling season. Been trying to write about failure, how to admit it, where to go from there. I'm feeling more hopeful than I have in some time about these possibilities on a global level, which makes me inclined to question whether the personal can rise to the occasion...
More on that later, but please check out the delightful stories my friend Hannah Merriman wrote when she was five. They give me a renewed respect for the power of the exclamation point!