Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.9.19

Rust grows quick on the fingers. Hasn’t been all that long… or has it been an eternity? I can scarcely recall the difference.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.5.18

Maybe it is the very question. That which pulls me back, week after week- with all the irregularities in between. Each time one of these begins, the wonder and worry of why plumes about my neurons.

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…