Monthly Archives: February 2019

Think of a time when you were asleep and dreaming; a pleasant, calm and peaceful dream. Perhaps a dream touched by a friendly yearning, and maybe tinged with a soft, bittersweet emotion. Don’t try to remember details. Don’t think about … Continue reading →

There are far more important things to write about than me. Yet every word I write, every thought I think, comes through this lens of me; a lens that skews and distorts, then projects and reflects and ricochets off other … Continue reading →

The history of this country is a history of tragedy. I suppose I could say the same about the history of our world, but like all good citizens, I want to focus on us; at least for now. From the … Continue reading →

The two paragraphs below are from Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451; it is Montag, remembering his grandfather: “And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for all the things he did. I cried because … Continue reading →