Seated on a bench, I read my book, and could see him out of the corner of my eye looking at the other kids playing. Then back to his own task. Then back to them. Then up at me:)
My notions of ego and soul, and 3 influential sources
I’m infinitely more proud to be bald than I am to be a white male American today.
Perhaps the wise look at a list of traits, not for which ones apply to them, but when/how…
“God has a plan.” It’s big. And tiny. And somewhat untidy?
My re-solution? My again-solution. Is it chosen? Or shown?