I have not reread any of my nearly 600 entries since I began this blog, but I’m pretty certain that the stated, implied or outright snarky opinion in any of them was not preached to a unified choir of, well, absolutely everybody. These being very unusual times, let’s give that…
I think it was my paternal grandfather, Abe, who first laid this simple piece of folk wisdom on me, “If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, most likely…”. Navel contemplators may have a burning passion to delve deeper into the spiritual or philosophical possibilities of that…
I had intended to revisit a troubling theme I continue to wrestle with, the compelling need for identity designation. First, I remain unable to competently articulate my thesis and second, the roiling wave of protest that has surged into the streets, hearts and minds of millions, though related, is a…
I can’t breathe the poisoned air of tyranny Democracy’s a wreck As the oxygen of sanity has been deflated By a knee on a black man’s neck For everyone to see And judge and sadly choose a side I can’t breathe the breath of freedom When goodness has clearly died…