Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.1.18

It is how we see ourselves? Or how all the others see us? I suppose I’ve been in midst of one. Again. I suppose everyone goes through them. Periodically, until we fall down under the dirt. All this wondering about who. And the subsequent how and why. Though this wouldn’t be called a crisis. More…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 2.4.18

Something about a good conversation on mortality just gets me. Might just be good conversation in general, but I dare argue that if you converse effectively, the doomed topic arises. What else are we mortals to think about? Life and living are the only things we know. Along with knowing we don’t do so forever.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.21.18

A day late. And I still hesitate. Though this time, only for the coffee to finish her brew. As it goes, for that specific kind of junkie. I can hear it. Through the open door, to the other room. I hope it finishes soon. Though that would mean I would have to get to what…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.14.18

Perhaps it is as easy as clicking the wrong button. It is nice to think that the tiny, infuriating paperclip being would arrive and inquire whether one was sure of their decision. But being nice does not always make it so. And as a result of yesterday’s folly, folks had to huddle together in their…