A good day. Maybe you know what that is. I thought I did. I've since changed my mind. My idea of a good time eventually drug me through the worst hell I have ever known. A hell so deep and dark it could have only been made worse by having to crawl through it alone. I have yet to see a greater affinity of friends than ones made in the abscessed corners of misery.Read More »
A tale of tolerance – how ‘Mad Dog’ Matt taught me to see the best in others
I squint hard to see something special in rude and crude people I too easily want to dismiss as not worth the trouble. Because they are trouble. Yet, like Matt, I have found they have value, too.Read More »
How God, and the church, helped me find meaning
These people, the church, help me achieve sanity as a way of life. They offer me an active role in a vibrant community. They help me find value and meaning.Read More »
A Reason to Cry
I have figured out the meaning of life. It is to cry.Read More »
Is It Worse To Feel Alone, Or Wish You Were?
The worst human condition to endure surely must be to feel all alone.Read More »
Lesson From A Girl’s Bike: Who Cares What Others Think?
What people think of me may matter, but sometimes I care what others think about me more than I should. How someone may see me should not outweigh how I perceive myself.Read More »