A life in words

  • A Friend’s Poem

    After about 5 years of separation from most of my earthly belongings, I finally went with my dad to his storage unit to pick up all of the old junk that I left behind when I went back to college after my mission. Well, it’s really cool to go through this stuff after so much…

  • Oh, Senators, Again!

    Related to my public outrage against the farm bill, the Swine Line lets us know what’s been cooking on Capitol Hill as far as fiscal (ir)responsibility. Even the reform committees are adrift in bacon grease leaking out of those pork barrels!

  • The Epic of Zagmurf

    I went to Cheney to visit Susanna yesterday, and had a great time. After going out to lunch, she, Ben, and I all sat around watching me play World of Warcraft. I love games like that—which is why I forbid myself from regularly playing them, because I can’t seem to play in moderation. But, this…

Not knowing for certain, but refusing to give way to those who claim certainty, was a privilege I had never allowed myself.Tara Westover, Educated, p. 197