Facelift Selfies

So here we stand, arm extended, eyes impossibly wide, grinning maniacally, trying to pull the wrinkles and wear and tear out of our weathered faces in every selfie with these weird home do it facelifts.


I started life with an idealistic existential urgency that made perfect sense.

The Weight Of A Life Well Lived

Maybe we are designed to carry less weight through a life well lived then required by a life well lived. I have always marveled at the conscienceless as they glide through the rapids seemingly hovering above the turbulent waters, oar held high toward the heavens in victory while reaching down with the other to lend…

Stupid Finches!

…as if presidential lawsuits and hashtag movements have no connection with the greater clockwork of life stew that built us all…

Fear and Success

Innovation is on my mind. I think we all want some form of greatness. To be a hero to the whole world or a community or a child or just yourself. Did you ever know why? That may be the first step to finding your originality. Your self. Your greatness. I don’t think I ever…

Lame of Thrones

I used to wake up and turn on the news or cyber trip through the gossip heads to find out what everyone was supposed to think about today. Now I hesitate.

Telling It Like It Is

The news cycle has changed completely. Is it lost on anyone that the tragedy unfolding in Texas is changing the news toward the positive. Is it our interest that is fickle or the people who tell us what we want to hear? Or is it that we are being shown the sharp contrast between the…

Charlottesville and Our Forefathers

Sally Hemmings was three quarters white. She was Half-Sister to Thomas Jefferson’s wife and spent her life as a slave and Mother to some of his children. She lived out her remaining years after Jefferson’s death in Charlottesville, VA as an unfreed slave who had been “given her time”.¬†

Legally Terrified

It’s finally legal and i’ve never been more paranoid in my life.

Advice From Out Of Nowhere

It is a beautiful day. I am worried that it isn’t and I don’t know. That happens sometimes. We look around at what is in our immediate vicinity and we incorrectly assess the world from that information. Then we give advice or judge the actions of others that can’t see what we see… Wait. I…

We The Game Pieces

I see the world but I don’t understand. I look at what I am allowed to see and even that leaves me at a loss. I am not alone. I can’t identify with any of the suffering OR aggression that I see. I can’t identify with bluster in the face of ¬†unknowable consequence. I can’t…