Post 39: A Rose Is a Rose, But . . .

I think I was in grade school when our teacher taught us about smell. “When you smell something,” she said, “you’re actually breathing in some really tiny particles of the thing you’re smelling.” There was a silence, until one student dared ask, “Even dog poop?” “Dog poop, yes. For sure. All kinds of excrement,” sheContinue reading “Post 39: A Rose Is a Rose, But . . .”