discourse is our only hope

they dig in for a long fight

In praise of self-knowledge

a further reflection on the healing powers of faith

we are forced to have faith- what is the alternative?

standing outside in the cold to smoke we are the new pariahs

the chimney smokes like that man on my sister's stoop on Rue Cartier when was 20, floundering about - I loved that sweet smell

his attempts at rebranding are unsuccessful