To be faire, I think we're all idiots!
Some days, for no explicable reason, inspire people to leave the cocoons of their homes and enjoy the beauty of time passed together. I love that kind of day. It makes me believe humanity has a chance to overcome its selfishness. – J.L. Munn 22 October 2009
On occasion it is good for one to consider the good fortune of living in a place where the overhead passing of an aeroplane evokes a gentle sense of unkown adventures. Not all who see such sights can continue their peaceful evening stroll.
In the world of writing, there are a number of frequently asked questions and at the top we always find: “How long does my story need to be?” The cliché answer also happens to be the true answer. Your story needs to have the exact amount of words necessary to express your story in…
I am not wise.I do not have the answers.I, like you, am only exploring the questions. I imagined a girl not so long ago, a composite if you will, of all the girls I’ve known in my life. She was slightly damaged at best, but in her heart her damage was more than the world…
When I was a child is such a cliché way to start a paragraph. I might as well say it was a dark and stormy night, or maybe Once upon a time. Yet here I sit, writing it and giving wholly into the cliché. “Why?” you might ask? Well, because my topic today is unfortunately…
In response to From Negotiating With The Dead by Margaret Atwood As a human being, particularly as a human being from a part of the world where your real “roots” are never really known to you, I’ve spent years of my life considering where I belong and why I wasn’t born into that place…and why I…
Death masks have been around for a while and have different presentations depending on the period and the culture. My first encounter with them were the white plaster versions, from a time well before mine. At first encounter they were creepy, but as I looked more closely at them, I found their beauty. They were…
As a young artist I thought my job was to “control” my art. I was to define it (and myself), mold it (and myself) and ultimately deny what fell outside of that mold. Writing was something that required pen and paper, though I did eventually succumb to the call of the keyboard. I considered myself…
The power went out a few weeks ago. It started early in the evening and lasted well into the heart of the night. More so than the day, an outage at night, if you are awake, shows you how loud life has become. Thank God it didn’t last for days. I almost noticed that my…
Image credit: NASA’s Earth Observatory/NOAA/DOD Passively watching the life cycle of a dictator is one of America’s favorite pastimes. Who really needs the details. It’s not like that could ever happen to us.