Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.24.17

As I write, Santa Claus, allegedly, is traveling around the world to deliver goodies to all the nice boys and girls. People have fallen asleep in the arms of someone they love. Warm beds, full bellies and anticipated joys to come when the sun rises. And. Someone just died of a heroin overdose. Someone else…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.1.17

Powerless. To be, powerless. One of the greatest fears that can be held. And perhaps it is only me, but damn, can it be felt often.