This is a re-post from a previous blog. I wrote this after we put our dog Rainey to sleep. That was two years ago today. She was our cherished little girl. When she passed I changed my Facebook profile picture, using one from her last day. I can’t bring myself to change that picture. We …
You just wait; He’s gonna skate. And there’s the extent of my poetic skills. Twenty four hours ago, at this writing, I hoped that there would be justice, poetic or otherwise, but I knew in my mind, my heart, my soul that this would blow over. Twenty four hours ago the ruckus over Trump’s Helsinki …
Maybe it was just me. Maybe I didn’t sleep well the night before. Maybe I just, as the saying goes, woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe it was taking a peek out the window and seeing a windy, overcast, gloomy Fourth of July morning. Not as if this weather was any …
Americans tend to view Independence Day just like other holidays. That is they like the holiday a hell of a lot, they just don’t know why the fuck they have it.
I enjoy taking photos that include water. Water has a dynamic personality. It can be powerful or serene; mysterious or bright. Water can be nature’s mirror. Water nourishes and water degrades.
“You’ve won an all expense paid vacation to the middle of a strange country without mommy and daddy and a stay at The Trump Dump Motel. Let me introduce our recreation director, Kirstjen Nielsen.
the last course is done, we didn’t even get dessert and now we’re just left with the dishwater