“Our parents, daughters, and sons Believed in the power of songs What if those days are gone My memory is strong Anyone not dying is dead And baby it won’t be long So shut up and carry on The scream becomes a yawn” – Metric “Dreams So Real” […]
The Seattle area has experienced some spectacular lightning storms the past two nights. Tonight, I was preparing to take the trash out, and I found myself hoping that one of those spectacular bolts would find it’s way down on me as I plunged into the downpour. Yeah, it’s […]
He gave it to me when I was seven. I know, because I remember bringing it to 2nd grade show-and-tell. It was shinier then – looked more like the treasure I thought it was when he first gave it to me. I suppose I thought at the time […]
This is something I wrote a few years back. It was inspired by an image of Miley Cyrus, back around her Hannah Montana days. My prayer for her now is that she eventually find freedom from the web of lies that she’s been lured into, that she remembers […]
There are those who write and those who call themselves “writers”. They’re known to hold quiet celebrations upon learning to describe themselves this way. I’ve come to find the characterization oddly repellent. For me to find pride in being labeled a writer – it feels like developing severe […]
Our Age is one of disheartening, nonstop motion. It becomes more challenging each day for one to find Space and stillness. There’s little point in complaining about this fact; we’ve each ourselves to blame. Have you tried recently to drive your car, for even a small distance, without […]
The first sensation he discerned as he awoke was the taste of blood in his mouth. There was the taste, then the overwhelming urge to vomit, his stomach outraged with intake of bodily fluid and from enduring the inevitable aftershocks left behind when adrenaline blitzkriegs through a body, […]
If conservative outrage over what often appears to be a move of our society toward feminization holds merit, then the seaside town of Westport, Washington is certain to remain one of the few cities to maintain its staunch dedication to undaunted masculinity. You’ve seen the charming little Oceanside […]
I suppose we never outgrow our tendency to look up. I believe it’s a good thing. True, most of us look up to the wrong things, the wrong images, the wrong people. But looking up is a practice from which we never fully escape; it’s in our DNA. […]
I hardly ever share others’ posts. But this one…you’ll see. My Work with Starving Children in Guatemala: Please Read!.
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