I’ve been exhorting people to create. To reach out, and make something, in this pandemic – this soul-sucking time that suffocates spirit by cutting off
Thoughts follow thoughts, and patterns put a spin on them so they tend to go off in familiar directions. Right now, where I’m at, I’m
As a kid, I was taught that leadership is a service role. It’s a position that exists to offer support and builds people up to fulfill their potential, and as a whole, move toward a common purpose.
So, tonight, I’ve experienced unsettling turbulence as I’ve tried to follow and understand news. First, that bone-deep dread is starting to be called due across
According to these datasets the NYT published: China had 3,300 deaths from 80k infections, and now has fewer than 100 recent new cases. They suppressed
A friend of mine posted a photo: his bags, badly lit by soul-sucking strip lights of airports, train stations, and the night bus. It looks
How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow’s five local butchers. Each
“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held
Thing is, despite the many people, none gave me a second look. And, I’d never looked more guilty of breaking and entering in my life.
There it is on my Facebook wall. 3 years ago today: I’m squirming at a photo of this spoon I carved from a bit of