from my morning pages, this week:
Sunday, August 13th, 2006On the day filled with news of the thwarted terror plot in London and the subsequent bannings on all flights of: books, liquids, solids, gasses, plasmas, electronics, hand luggage, Platonic solids, subversive ideas, bad haircuts, childhood keepsakes, showtunes, and mismatched socks, I wrote the following line.
“I don’t know what the right answer is in our […]