Tim Barrus Blog
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
If you model (we used to call it teach) racism, what your community is going to have is racism. A message of hope in a time when hope is microscopic. I regard it with caution. Suspicion. I struggle to lose the suspicion. This is Appalachia. “Down here” racism lurks in…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Parenting on a good day can be deranged. Parenting on a bad day is also deranged. Parenting in an emergency and the failure of infrastructure is called rock and role. $1.39 per meal per kid on Snap. A complete failure. The number of hungry American children has doubled. The failure…
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Bolivia, We Were In Bed Again
Excerpt: Going Rogue Bolivia We were in bed again. I was on my phone writing comments for the New York Times. Juanita wanted to know why I was typing on the phone and what was wrong with me. “You are always doing that. I don’t even know what the New…
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TIM BARRUS, NEW YORK TIMES
Homo sapien has started a runaway process that signals extinction. Who is surprised that plastic is toxic. I am humiliated when I tell people that Appalachian opiate addiction is a side effect of unmitigated corporate greed versus the extent to which morality can be used as a yardstick of a…
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upstairs in our bed
what sort of old stone house is this with its memories of the old people playing cards downstairs while we pretended sleep the kind of sleep lost somewhere between the morning and the mystical, the musical, and the misbehaved
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SOME KIDS GO ROGUE BECAUSE THEY HAVE TO
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Ezra Klein is right. He just doesn’t know how right he is. Now that he has a kid… Ezra is usually focused on public policy. I cannot focus on public policy because it is a humanitarian nightmare. It serves the rich. Who else. Ezra and his Ezra clones find it…
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When the Bars Close
the whole structure whose monotonous long sleeps thief your bike was on the front porch
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What Threesome
What’s a threesome.
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THE DAY WAS STRANGE
We did fish. Now and then. But it was about us. There was no us. It would never be allowed. The boat smelled hot with oak.