In our efforts to nurture self-confident thinkers, are we giving birth to an even more close-minded generation than the one prior?
That particular insistence on the flawlessness of a bride’s appearance irks me.
I smiled widely at strangers, but shook with fear at approaching them.
It’s new, this ability to see my grandfather as an individual, separate from the fact that he fathered my father.
The hesitation to have the homosexual conversation is borne of an inability to maneouver in a foreign language: the language of sexuality.
I’ve never met you, but I think you were better off because you’d never met me. I’m guilty of a crime I believe to be unforgivable.
My technology ban generated a depth of intrigue my fiction would envy.