Control sits beneath our bedroom windows, with ample room inside for our spare blankets and sheets. We did not ask for it, but we came by it honestly, passed down from one generation to the next.

Generosity is where we lay our heads each night, surrounded by abundance and cooled by exploitation. We eat from beauty, wash our dishes at redemption and restoration, relax on memory to read the Sunday paper while drinking our morning coffee out of friendship.

When I consider the varied…  [more]