The self&reinforcing practice of seeing and naming

What I want to say is the kind of thing I would make into a poem, if I were a poet. Poets have a way of bull’s-eyeing the truth with few words. But since I am an essayist on good days, let me try this way. A friend recently wrote to me that gratitude is […]

The self&reinforcing practice of seeing and naming
What I want to say is the kind of thing I would make into a poem, if I were a poet. Poets have a way of bull’s-eyeing the truth with few words. But since I am an essayist on good days, let me try this way. A friend recently wrote to me that gratitude is […]