...hopefully not, but if that's the only thing wrong with my eyes I will be grateful. My Daddy had Macular Degeneration and I think Gannie did too. No…
Chapter Three, The Nickel Boys: A Novel by Colson Whitehead On the first day of the school year, the students of Lincoln High School received their ne…
Amen By Stuart Kestenbaum It’s easy to ignore the moment we dwell in the time when we should be our own choir shouting "amen" to every second that’s g…
Random thought: A friend of mine posted yesterday asking why we don't do eulogies for the living. It's a good question. We really should have some kin…
Though we need to weep your loss, You dwell in that safe place in our hearts, Where no storm or night or pain can reach you. Your love was like the da…
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand tha…
I’m tired. I’m tired of professed Christians preaching a Jesus that they seem to have no interest at all in emulating; of religious people being a lou…
Think of yourself as a nesting doll: how many versions of yourself have you carried this far, to this point? How many more iterations will there be as…
