I like to imagine that had St. Vincent Millay and I lived at the same time and known each other, we would have been star-crossed lovers.

But I think we all know I would have harbored a devastating crush, said nothing then whispered my true feelings into the envelope while RSVP-ing to her wedding.

Millay is mostly in iambic pentameter, too, so her poems are super easy to memorize!

I have a cat named Athena and a degree in theology; do I look like I missed Downton Abbey?!

See I find Vera too moody! I need more Agatha Christie style camp!

Any recommendations? I’m fresh out of shoes where an elderly British woman solves murders in a quaint village, tragically.

Side note but for all that nature spirituality WHERE are our sacred wells/grottoes/etc?😤

Of course then you get the Evangelicals talking about “a heart for the city.”

Thomas Merton-ass mystical experience (complimentary).

But every cats knows those blades are to be used on someone else — ideally a sleeping loved one — not oneself!

I think I’m probably talking past people with how I use “neutral” here! I mean it like how the ICRC is neutral in a conflict.

That’s not how I use those terms here.

I always appreciated “non-partisan but not neutral” as a journalism mantra