When I used to live at home, my cat would wake me in the morning, by sitting on my chest and staring at me, saying with her eyes that she wanted to play. You’ve got the same look in your eyes now, crouched above me, straddling my chest. You want …
This was written on the eve of the inauguration of Donald Trump as United States President. As I set down these thoughts many people I knew were preparing to protest this. Knowing this I felt … uneasy. Not filled with hope. I felt like I needed to say something about …
I wrote about friendship over two years ago and found myself wanting to do so again. Rather than attempt to revise what I wrote last time I intentionally didn’t read my last effort. Instead I approached the topic with a clean mental slate. I’ll leave it to you to decide …