Dare I?

Mind Travels

There's No Escape

Tour Like a Local

Struggle Is Not Failure

What We Can Learn from Old Dogs

The Great Equalizer

A Beast in Our Midst

On Death and Dying

Shattered Skies

Chained to the Chair

Honor Thy Mother

Delicious Days

Bittersweet Travel

The Americans in Room #9

Pine Woods
Rain finally disappeared itself from my reality. Thank God. I was about to grow webfeet. Looking down over the railing this afternoon, I scan the tree tops that litter the spaces among the buildings. They're green as green can be, soaking up the sun doing their photosynthesis thing, making the air around my balcony richer. But, I don't see any fir trees, the evergreens. How I miss them. They remind me of my early kid days, down in Alabama...

From the Balcony

Why Puccini?

The Pathological Nature of News

Dare We "Wing It"?
