The time that used to separate us has been obliterated. Stop. http://texburgher.com
You’ll always remember the first time you hear your kid say the f-word.
The guard on the first floor of our building stopped me this morning in the lobby, as I was humming, about to board the elevator.
It was January in Vermont and there were boxes everywhere.
A brash manifesto on opinion-dynamics in the post-shame era