Sunday Morning Thoughts: 2.3.19

I was asked regarding the whereabouts of last week’s thoughts. By someone that I sometimes forget still reads. Most folks don’t say much about these. Most observe in silence.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.11.18

I am flawed. All are, in some sort of way. Can’t break the mold, as they say. But as my days past turn to years and those years start to pile, I have lost more and more of the fear of those flaws. For some of them can never change. And those that can change,…