I often wondered why I enjoyed watching the rain through a window. Sure, there was a beauty to it: wind-whipped torrents, the dance of the drops, the merge of puddle circles, or […]
The Rain on Our Rights
American Grit
I didn’t yet know the hardened grit of America. We were in World War II—and I was only five years old. I only knew of playing with toy cars in the sand, […]
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