The Paradox Of American Identity
Change I find, when it comes, comes stealthily, quietly. It first appears in your dreams, and then it is you, and you it. With change, comes new people, new ways of looking at things, new ways of being. Yet, for me anyways, it always comes at a cost. And so I believed that the constant was me. So when I was reading a couple of … Continue reading The Paradox Of American Identity