Loss seldom happens all at once. It’s a movement, an emptying that takes something away bit by bit until there’s nothing left to take apart but the memory. Like a cup made of ice melting into itself. The whole world, the entire cosmos… statues of melting ice.
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By Kellie Schorr When I grew up, Rankin/Bass stop motion animation specials were the Star...
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By Angel Roberto Puente It’s Christmas time! Soon it will be Christmas morning. For...
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Like the Buddha, we must learn to be intolerant.
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The eyes on the hands means she’s open to a thousand viewpoints so she can identify—and identify with—the specific individual whose cries she hears.
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