Just because something is organic doesn’t make it worthy to eat. Poop is organic. When Robyn and I were in our twenties, we felt like organic things were not just healthy, we also felt they were essential to life. We were lied to and so were you. It happens often but we don’t realize it….
Category: Life
What are the Facts…
In a 1959 interview with Bertrand Russel, he was asked what would be worth telling a generation one thousand years from now about the life he lived and the lessons he had learned from it. Lord Russel gave two specific answers. “I should like to say two things: one intellectual and one moral. The intellectual…
Writing for Writing’s Sake
I’ve been writing a long time. 98% of what I have written is not published, including several partial books, dozens of research papers, and tons more napkins, to-self-texts for later, songs, poems, and rants. This doesn’t include emails, messages, or any other social platforms. Many times we write articles and papers because it’s what we…
Seeing in Spite of Seeing
The forest for the trees type thingy… ok. I am particular about being specific. I am also verbose. Writing helps to manage and mature both issues. I have often prided myself on being myopic in certain disciplines, even dogmatic about important things. We should be, honestly, when it comes to our convictions, our health, our…
My Smell Matters – A Tale of Nosyness
After all this time and all this loss, Covid19 finally arrived in the bodies of those living in my home. It was a Thursday afternoon, the breeze was warm… it was a sick classmate coughing into the back of my oldest daughter’s head for an hour during class. Then she came to visit me. So,…
A New Boldness
We really are blind to how we are programmed at times. I think if we blinked off and on like a VCR after a power outage we’d have a bit more interest in analyzing our thinking. Some of you are saying, “What’s a VCR?” It’s the foundation of everything you have today relating to media…
Rescuing Toilet Paper
We have had a rough time with cats. For over nine years our cat Jace, a velcro cat, was our friendly neighborhood defender. He would prowl the property all night and rest at our feet during the day. We lost Jace to dog mauling, then a few weeks later, one of our kitten rescues to…
I Am a Slayer of Sadness
I bear a few swords and other various weapons. I am a collector of war and a collector of words. Sadly, (meh) I have found seasons of life that I allowed circumstances to consume my joy and reap a harvest of sadness. The irony is that most people claim that my joy and attitude are…
Pool Noodle Vortex
It’s amazing what kids can find with their eyes. Dogs too. My Rosa, an 8-month-old Dutch Shepherd Belgian Malinois (you argue with the logistics of the breeders as to which is right), sees things I didn’t even know were there. Even in the dark. Her most recent adoration is the deep blue pool noodle that…
To Bury a Friend
Death is a normal part of life. In my business, advocating for people in all walks of life, death is constant. The more people you know alive, the greater the rate of death in the end, Funerals, strangely enough, have been called my forte by those closest to me. I have always encouraged those closest…