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"?