Friday Evening Post: 10.30.20

Why again? Why now? It couldn’t possibly be that there is any substantial word flow about to occur. The arrival of some unannounced clarity, casting answers down upon us all like some memory sequestered summer rain?

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.17.17

It is a funny thing. How the only thing that matters, doesn’t matter. Or better, its place among priorities is subjective. Ultimately. At least to us humans. It is all the stories we tell. Not authored ourselves. You are the only soul that ever gets to read the full autobiography. The matter seems to come…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.27.17

I was told by a dear friend, and regular reader (if you can believe it), that I should not be so coy with you all. To not waste time on the perpetual introduction. It is up to you to do your homework. There is one of these every week, after all. Which might as well…