Worn Out Your Welcome.

Worn Out Your Welcome.

My fedora is doing a little seated mediation while simultaneously saving a spot, not so much on the counter but for the stool tucked in just under the countertop. Takes me back to my second-grade years, remember saving the seat … Continue reading

Deliverance

Deliverance

Once upon a time ago, a five-year-old boy asked me for his hand. I accepted not knowing what it’s all about, nor the toil at hand. A quarter of a century later, that boy, still five-years-old, yearns for attention, searches … Continue reading