A few houses down, on the top floor of a double decker, an elderly man with a bird on his shoulder stood in his window. An amber light shone down on the pair of them, so there’s no way for me to tell what color the bird really was, but I think he was something like blue and orange and yellow. I also wasn’t wearing my glasses — so who’s to say if it was really a bird at all.
I winced when I saw the comments the mother of the Tsarneav brothers made last week about the Boston Marathon bombings — how it was all fake and her sons were being framed because they’re Muslim....
When I was 18, I joined a cult and didn’t realize it. Alongside Catholic priests and parishioners, I helped organize and run a woodland weekend for high school students centered around bible teaching....
Isn’t it frustrating when grandpa blames the TV for not turning on, when actually he’s switching the dining room lights on and off? Don’t you put your face in your palm when uncle Bart says there...
