You wonder why it took so long to do something about the west side of the house and realize: it wasn’t laziness, it was lack of imagination.
You wonder why it took so long to do something about the west side of the house and realize: it wasn’t laziness, it was lack of imagination.
When I have time to contemplate the mysteries of life, I wonder about the featherless birds.
My dream of beating the system vanishes when I notice a lumbering yellow bus ahead, turning down the same back road I’ll be taking.
A post-election pandemic prayer from my 2020 Journal
Setting my compass towards a loose reckoning.