I'm supposed to be writing a paper on Parmenides in preparation for another paper on Plato, which will eventually wind up in a thesis on mood affect disorder as an influencing factor in ancient Greek philosophy.
Instead, I want to talk about my kid. M— is a special kind of wonderful. Her life is kind of hard, what with ugly bouts of anxiety, and crappy ex-boyfriends who jerk her around, and having to deal with high school in general. But life is like that, for all of us in one way or another. What I'm proud of, though, is the beauty she leaves in her wake.
These are just a few of her latest pieces. Yeah, genius.