our halfling daughter
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2014.07.15
Once again, someone asked Mari, "Oh, she's your daughter? Is your husband black?"
twenty-seven years and one million words
Once again, someone asked Mari, "Oh, she's your daughter? Is your husband black?"
The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.
—Leon Trotsky