As a society, we have become obsessed with the idea of being “present”—what that means, ways to achieve it.
When guns are as deeply entrenched in the culture as where I grew up, guns are guns—whether it’s a BB gun, a hunting rifle, or a handgun. I was an adult before I made a definite distinction between them. I’m far from alone in that experience.
This enduring legacy of masculinity that tells us men shouldn’t hold hands—what makes it noteworthy—is unnecessary and, frankly, sad.
A book has its own history. It can bring us back not just to the world within its pages, but to the world where we entered it.