Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.
School library post earthquake.
This week, I was so fortunate join forces with the amazing PEN America, one of the most amazing literary organizations in the country who work very hard to, in their words, “ensure that people everywhere have the freedom to create literature, to convey information and ideas, to express their views, and to make it possible for everyone to access the views, ideas, and literatures of others.” They have an unbelievable event coming up, the PEN World Voices Festival of International Literature, from April 28th through May 4th in New York City. They wanted my help spreading their word, and it’s a word I believe is so absolutely vital to be spread.
Right now, there are authors and writers being persecuted for their works. These wordsmiths, these authors, need help from people like me, from people like you, to guarantee their safety, their release in many cases, and their freedom to express their beliefs in whatever way they see fit. The persecution of artists must come to an end, and on the opening night of the World Voices Festival, this exact topic is going to be discussed. The theme: On The Edge. Some of this planet’s most prominent writers and thinkers will be on hand to share their views on the issue.
Please, follow the link, or head to worldvoices.pen.org or follow them on Instagram @Pen_America to get more information.
“As of the 2010 census, the United States consists of 11,078,300 Census Blocks. Of them, 4,871,270 blocks totaling 4.61 million square kilometers were reported to have no population living inside them. Despite having a population of more than 310 million people, 47 percent of the USA remains unoccupied.
Green shading indicates unoccupied Census Blocks. A single inhabitant is enough to omit a block from shading.”
Lifestyle photographer Grace Chon recently turned the camera on her 10-month-old baby Jasper and their 7-year-old rescue dog Zoey, putting them side-by-side in the some of the most adorable portraits ever.
I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said ‘I want to be let alone!’ There is all the difference.
I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.
Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
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