kidlit

To save what’s dear, we count upon the ones who buck, not ones who fawn.

We are each a swarm of atoms briefly gathered in one place, made aware through evolution and indomitable grace.

Is history a one-way street, or does it cycle and repeat? Do children right their parents’ wrongs, or just reprise

It seems the more that people have, the more they take delight in telling those who have much less that