Isn’t it pathetic that in my moment of weakness, of doubt, when I am brought to question the fundamentals of my own identity, I seek the one I hurt, who rejected and

The first thing I noticed was the hair, then the jacket, the gait, the confident stare. The piercing paragon of perfection impaled by a single solitary blemish unveiled. Not divinity, no, but a

Living every day, one day at a time, we rarely see the curve, the shape, the line that life tends to make, veering this way and that, sometimes two steps forward, sometimes three

Not the center, but a little to the left, live those with promise, and those bereft. First the learned, then the free, then those without leaf or tree, when you travel west are

If I could have any ability, it wouldn’t be speed or flying. What I wish I was able to do is ably comfort the dying. To soothe their pain and remedy their