Saturday morning. Warm air floats through the open windows.

Clinging to the belief that any part of us is really our own just gets in the way of a sunny afternoon.

Someone has to take that first leap of faith—and the second, third, and fourth.

Borders are only as serious as we choose to make them. We could ease a lot of suffering by taking that in. 

I expressed my feelings in no uncertain terms, sure in my conviction that such behavior must not be ignored.