Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.28.18

The following contains contradictions. As you already know, if you’ve been here before. But humor me, if you will. Don’t think of this here as dichotomy. That implies a growing and unavoidable division. Or at least the way I see the word. Let’s dig it instead as dualities. Halves of a whole. Different, sure. Opposing,…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.22.17

It is an addiction. It may be tough to notice, though. Not until you are without. Perhaps it is the widespread use that makes it seem as though it isn’t so bad. Yet, I feel as though I’ve noticed it before this. I just wasn’t able to fully understand how much of my own life…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.11.17

It’s alright. I understand. I do it too. What is now hours upon hours spent flipping through the compartmentalized lives of hundreds of folks. Hunched over a pocket-sized glow. Whatever they choose to share. And whatever I choose to witness. Less than a moment spent on each. No longer knowing what it is that hope…