Believing is Seeing

I’ve been thinking a lot about these two of late, resting here in the stillness in the spaces between, and this morning I got a

When you’re a kid, you believe what you’re told. What you’re told, what you see, what you hear or overhear. Everything is just input, because

In Maine, where they are (for lack of a better term) place-proud, I went to graduate school with a young woman who was constantly remarking