Abraham responds "Here I am" when God asks him to sacrifice his son, and he answers "Here I am" when his son asks him about what is happening. It's a paradoxical moment. He can't be fully present for his God or his son.

As for the bracelet Mom wore to the funeral, what I did was I converted Dad’s last voice message into Morse code, and I used sky-blue beads for silence, maroon beads for breaks between letters, violet beads for breaks between words, and long and short pieces of string between the beads for long and short beeps, which are actually called blips, I think, or something. Dad would have known.

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.

I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster's paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.

Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.

Maybe I'll try to be more patient with morons.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.