Admitting that I can't do everything. And perhaps, I should stop trying to.
Your ability to recognize the changing of seasons in life sharpens with age. It's not that you're inattentive when you're younger, it's just you haven't witnessed enough of this phenomenon yet to discern its lessons of impermanence. I can tell that I'm approaching autumn. I'm not sure what it will bring, but I've stopped worrying about that.... Continue Reading →
Headlines are overly sensational. I suppose they have to be, but I wonder what the headlines read like in the days of the herald. We are living in Orwellian times. Governments spy on us. The truth has leaked, and it's up to us if we want to do anything about it. Yet, I wonder if we'll do... Continue Reading →
I was born in South Carolina. It was a rural town with route numbers for addresses. There was a corn field to the right of us and a soybean field in front that was also a tobacco field and a cotton field depending on the year. We had dogs. These weren't the kind of dogs... Continue Reading →