If you feed a murder of crows it is said that they will leave you gifts. Trinkets of trash as a reward. Spoils of this and bottle caps. Another man’s treasure sort of stuff. I’ve never been a fan of crows and all their squawking. It’s unnerving and watchful. Apprehensive…

What if our favorite movies are real but they’re just not on our timeline yet? What if evil on that level really exists and Go(o)d wins? What if so many enjoy these stories for a reason? What if all these plots are just not on our timeline yet? In all…

While in the in between, all the message gets blurred save for the darkest of them. So I keep silent because I know how easy it is to land in shadows. I’m craving for that other side when clarity comes at last. I still believe in the best of things…mustard…

There are many who question the narrative. Millions who are afraid to speak up or, perhaps, just tired. Something is amiss in the capital these days. We watch, and wait, and listen and wonder what will become of this great experiment we are all a part of. Flaming arrows launch…

It’s Thursday. A quiet day of rolling storms but no crescendo. The wind whipped but the heavens did not show up to all the fuss. I sit in my backyard, all pondering and waiting. A storm is coming. Death numbers and documented cases are down in my area. This gives me hope…no matter what the news is tryna’ tell me. I’m isolated. Alone. I’m together with my family. Together, we will, as Jim Morrison so aptly stated: Break on through to the other side.

Good morning. Still waiting for this storm to pass. All the quiet is disturbing, except when it’s peaceful. We’ve all been anticipating the worst of this for a while now. Too long. Rip the bandaid, already. As we wait for this storm to pass.

Tis’ a Season It isn’t often that I’ve had a message to share that I believed folks weren’t ready to hear. I’ve done a good deal of writing but it’s always lacked urgency. I’m passionate about sharing my voice at this time. This is not a blizzard we are weathering…

All this thinkin’ I’ve been doing got me thinkin’ too much. I was told today that I’m probably thinking about all the political/cultural implications of what’s going on too much. I’m gonna’ be honest, it’s all a bit consuming for an empath like myself. The shift happening ahead. But those words were true. I’ve been thinkin’ too much. Only thinkin’. It’s not healthy. It’s time to write. I do hope you’ll follow along as we go.

#TeacherInQuarantine: Day 11 The Essential Among Us It’s happened several times. I wake up and just lay there. Convincing myself it’s all just a dream. Truth is, the death toll in my little Florida county is not staggering compared to more densely populated areas…but the disruption is. I see the…