There once was a time where I knew where I was going in my life, of that I am sure. From those recently past days, I have notes and drawings and piles of self-wrought scripture, to follow without doubt as to the destination or the nature of the path I took. Everything was crystal clear, […]Read More Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)
…My courage was admitting to myself – even at the risk of my own ego – that I did not belong and was not welcome where I was…Read More What is the Price of Courage?
…I was clay with eyes only to observe, no voice, moving on a conveyor belt through a crumbling factory with the word “prestigious” written on it in blue graffiti…Read More To Mourn A Dying Dream