Perennial stars
I recently came upon a headline, “What we still don’t know about black holes.” It made me think of perennial questions, and perennial plants, and the smart, short-lived flowers we call cats.
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There’s tinsel overhead. There’s a Big Mouth Billy Bass with a Santa hat on the wall. Mariah Carey is excitedly reminding us that all she wants for Christmas is us. But there’s no disguising the fact that we’re in a waiting room.
As we grow up, our coursework and our cultures can encourage rigidity about many concepts of grammar and, more poignantly, about who people are “supposed to be” and how much we expect everyone and everything to be “normal.”
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