When I lost mom I felt like I was falling. Falling and would never stop falling. There was only down. When my mom entered hospice it came with it a surreal feeling of deja vu. Wasn’t she already IN hospice care? You see, for several months mom’s health had been declining and in that she… Continue reading There Is Only Down
In which I talk about the conundrum of idol worship.
Around this time of year it's natural to look to the past, to assess the present, and to think about the future. It's natural and it's good. Good to remember where we were, where we are, and where we wanna be. Perspective. It's all about perspective. The trouble is when we stay too long in… Continue reading Thankful
When it comes to the end of the year and holidays, we sure do get possessive of things. Our Once In A While faith becoming ingrained dogma so that anyone that doesn’t celebrate things the way we feel that they should is shamed and castigated. You’re Doing It Wrong we shout! How Dare You! We… Continue reading Make It Yours
When I was a kid I had a handful of things I wanted to do. I wanted to do the things that I thought would be fun and make my life happy. It doesn’t mean I COULD do those things, but I wanted to. The ceiling started pushing down on me though in 9th grade… Continue reading Through
If you’re asking me, I’d offer that it’s a fool that makes idols of people. We’re a fallible lot. We are mistakes tumbling through history trying to pick up enough good deeds along the way to outshine the trouble we cause or get into. People are a mess. Humans are the dumpster fires of the… Continue reading Broken Idols
We have a tendency to see things one way. Good. Bad. That's it. It's a good thing or a bad thing. A person is a good person or a bad person. There is very little room for nuance. There is little room for reality. Good. Bad. The thing though is that we're both. I have… Continue reading Both
In which I talk about the artists and creators working in the darkness of obscurity.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a cartoonist. I am sure that in the annals of this nonsensical blog I have talked about that to some degree. I loved drawing, all over the place, but I really loved drawing weird faces. The problem there was that I didn’t draw bodies, or scenes,… Continue reading Inspirations, Aspirations, and The Big Dumb But
In which I talk about a vision forward for the city.