It is often not easy, not at all. That tapestry on the wall, we have woven it together, not apart.
Yes, this is my blog.
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The pages are a work in progress. I’d love to hear your ideas.
It is often not easy, not at all. That tapestry on the wall, we have woven it together, not apart.
On snowy days, I would take pictures of snowflakes falling on his forehead. I typed out emails one-handed with him asleep on my lap.
Is it better to have them suddenly snatched away by mortality, without that moment of clarity and reprieve where we can express to each other that life amounts to this: love, friendship, peace and kindness? That everything else is noise.
The industry's foot soldiers were no more committed to garment manufacturing than they were to, say, construction work: Most families owned sewing machines simply to earn an income.
After a lynching in Cililitan, East Jakarta, a mob rampaged through a jail after police arrested some of their number. One police officer who did try to act was roughed up. "If we intervene, the mob turns on us too," he says.
How can we allow these brilliant flashes of light fall dim? What can we do to stop them from going dim and why are we not doing everything we can to help people of all degree of light stay in the light?
