Doll faces with clipped wings waving dollar bills at the great dark inside. They see themselves in window shops. They sing the music store songs. With eyes as dead as used leather jackets they wander an infinity of well-lit oblivion.
Not every good person wins. Not every bad person pays. Not every smart person knows the way. Karma is a story that we tell ourselves so that we sleep better at night with our debts. With our children beside us we look out the window and only see night but sometimes we can also see […]
Children have a way of seeing straight into your soul and asking the most difficult questions when you are least prepared to answer them.