We seem to find ourselves in a malaise these dark, late winter days. The boils that have lay festering on the American psyche have burst in recent years and have spread a silent rage and aching apathy. Too many years we have ignored rising issues and instead of talking about the issues we have hidden… Continue reading Weaponized Apathy
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The Paths We Walk
Once in a while you have to stop and look around at where you are. You need to look over your shoulder to where you’ve been. You need to look ahead to where you appear to be heading. Once in a while we need perspective. We can get so caught up in walking the path… Continue reading The Paths We Walk
The Art of the Art
A question asked almost as much as What Is Art is What Is The Artist. And if any questions were valid, these two were. The problem though is that we get so caught in our examinations that we forget that art is also meant to be appreciated. Art isn’t a biological specimen to be poked… Continue reading The Art of the Art
The End Is Meh
There is something decidedly melancholy about the passing of a year into history. All you have accomplished, all you lost, all the things you have done are now gone. Yes, yes, they are a part of you, a part of your personal record, personal history, and memory, but in a way they are gone too.… Continue reading The End Is Meh
School Grays
School Grays Fair warning, this is a very long bloggy post. After writing my last blog about Halloween I heard something that got me thinking, thinking about school and the way we treat school…and the way we treat our kids. You would think that in 2015 we would be at a place where education was… Continue reading School Grays
Bully For You
On this Thursday I don’t find myself reminiscing over some great adventures or fun times with friends. I find myself drawn back to the dark days of my youth, days that I thought had died but which lingered too far into my adulthood. To say I was bullied in school isn’t a revelation and it… Continue reading Bully For You
The Ghost of Civility
Ya know what, I refuse to believe that there was ever any true ‘golden age’. A golden age is something we make up in the present and toss over the past in a wave of nostalgia and misguided fondness for things of long ago. Truly, we are people of the present, even those of us… Continue reading The Ghost of Civility
Never Left
On this Fourth of July, as we revel in the bombastic nature of patriotism, remember the many things we have to be thankful for, we Americans, and remember the things that must still be changed in this nation of ours, it is also a good time to remember and honor Those That Remain. Hope. Re-Birth.… Continue reading Never Left
Names Without Faces
Absolutely, and without question every writer creates their own style. Even the writers that try to ape other writes have their own style. It happens. It is a part of all of us being individuals with different things that bring us to where we are and different things that bring us to writing. We all… Continue reading Names Without Faces
The Divide
The Divide We are in a scary era in America. It is scary because politically, socially, economically things look as if we're heading for a brick wall at break neck speed. The divide between the races, the sexes, the religions, and the haves and have nots seems to be growing by the day. Millions of… Continue reading The Divide
To Those Who Mattered And We Who Don't
If we take a moment to examine our lives we start to see, beneath the life changing events, beneath the small moments, and beneath the trials and celebrations are the people that tie it all together and helped weave our tale. As poor as my memory is I remember well the many people who helped… Continue reading To Those Who Mattered And We Who Don't
Running The Asylum
Sometimes it's hard to decide which way the world will turn - we'll either save ourselves and tell the stories of how we did it to the stars as we enter a new age or we'll dance in the ashes as we burn ourselves to dust. Sometimes it's hard to tell which way world will… Continue reading Running The Asylum
Long Lost
Long Lost I got a call at work the other day that just broke my heart. It was an older man – 80 – who, after asking a question about a local school, wondered if I had a way to find the phone number for a friend he had lost contact with years and years… Continue reading Long Lost
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 