They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

It’s in the back of a bookstore that agreed to host a “community shelf.”

We stopped waiting for a building. We realized we are the building.

I’m 74. My hands shake when I write this. I don’t know how much time I have left. The winters seem colder every year. But last week, I saw something that warmed me more than any heater.

I saw Mia. She was talking continue reading …