Then I bethought me of the glorious doom / Of those who sternly struggle to relume / The lamp of Hope o’er man's bewildered lot; […]

The thin, nearsighted young woman who had been humped over the keyboard of the melodeon, straightened up. The worshipers relaxed a little and began to look about.

'The bear's pulling somebody off there at 74,' reported someone else.

I found that aunting, or the care and nurture of children by aunts and great-aunts, is gendered and invisible work that, at the most basic level, salvages children’s lives.