Lunch among the dead.

Life isn’t hopes and prayers, but dark endless futile struggle for survival on an unforgiving sea of hopelessness. And that’s the good part

Our stories are what make us human. Embrace your stories and share them.

Sometimes friendship defies our ability to understand why.

I saw a post that tried to describe what horror was and I had to answer it.

The opportunity to capture the words that give existence meaning is short lived.

There comes a point in time when everything is either too high or too low and it’s just not worth worrying about.

All too often life, death, sickness, and even joy, are roadblocks to our creativity.

As a veteran, my feelings about Memorial Day are complicated. The sacrifices our armed forces make are very often overlooked and the cost of freedom is taken for granted.

Love, forever.