Acting piously without being pious is the darkest hypocrisy, underlying our resentment of others, and our own self-loathing.
From a high wall, you look down on others broken. Whence fell they?
It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
After a son-to-father preface, list of 11 best free videos of the carol