Exceptional.

It is impossible for two matters to coincide precisely.

The animal might be merciful.

Silence and supposition.

How much did my pulpit define me?

Ambiguous firstborn.

My apartment has a photo wall of all my school pictures, from day care through today, snapshots of who I ...

Offspring and blemishes.

This holiday has no story, no script and no props. Maybe emptiness is the point.

Twins.