Is she crying? /Margaret Atwood

The tulip is not a reason for disbelief in the hanged man, or vice versa. Each thing is valid and really there. It is through a field of such valid objects that I must pick my way, every day and in every way.  I put a lot of effort into making such distinctions. I need […]

The Pursuit of Love/ Douglas Kennedy

Whether I would still be thinking this same way about marriage several years from now was another matter. What I did know was this: it didn’t work when your heart led your head. Which, in turn, meant… What? Maybe that we never get it right. We just muddle through. Which is perhaps one of the […]