Our national image is suffering. I do not understand the entire picture. I try. I read an array of books in attempt to educate myself on both side of an issue. The knowledge flirts with my mind, teasing me with a false sense of understanding and by the next book I’m back to being confused. I can’t connect all the dots. My father, in his early seventies, has had his fill of politics. I.e., we were talking about the 2008 Elections: “I think they should round up all the politicians in the world...

“What is the most fundamental human need?” I blanched when I saw the question. This was the mid-term and a large portion of my grade would be contingent upon this paper. Was this a trick question? Where was the thick-stacked exam bearing the list of multiple choice questions I had flipped through in other classes? This single-line rhetoric was more of an eternal question that experts from every field of academia could debate endlessly. I needed this grade; I had to have some sense of achieve...

Thirty two sentences... I. Dada. Baby son. Eat. Sleep. Funny. Book. Again. Dance. Silly. Say, "thank you". Welcome. See. What's that? Pretties. What's that sound? Listen. Help. Share. Wait nicely. Love softly. No-no. Why? It's wrong. I'm sorry. Good boy. I did it. Look at you! More. Quiet time. Promise. I love you. Night-night. II. What happened? I don't know. You need an answer. Why? You know why. No, I don't. You are better than that behavior. It wasn't that bad. It wasn't safe. Its fine. ...