I Got Nice Rejections Explaining That Historical

He Was Golden And Beautiful As A Sunset.

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.

There's Something Almost Adolescent About Whitman's Paean To Everything That Was And Remains Good About America.

I Moved My Arms Through The Water, Feeling Them Float On The Surface, Watching The Waves And Wake That Followed My Gesture. Here Was Magic, I Thought. Here Was Something Holy.

Why Did I Not Know That Birth Is The Pinnacle Where Women Discover The Courage To Become Mothers?