Gerard Vanderleun's old poem for his then 16-year-old daughter Justine on her birthday is a thing of beauty.
If you don't read any of the investigative books now about about the mendacious Dr. Anthony Fauci, all you really need to know is that his signature moves are talking out of both sides of his mouth and moving the goalposts.
It's good to see Maureen Mullarkey wondering what hiding our faces says (or might say) about the condition of our souls.
Also, J.P. Sears is a funny guy.
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