writing is a strange paradoxical act that is both humbling, yet purely selfish

No longer do I have the desire to put forth grandiose personal objectives, daring the New Year to thwart my ambitions.

For the most part, Midwesterners are used to the designation of obscurity…

For reassurance of something predictable can still be a comfort, even when it’s grim.

Perhaps in a moment of glowing idealism we thought we could be the shining star and save the day…

…don’t forget to give thanks for your freedom, and your country—both were hard-won at a costly price, paid by people of all political affiliations.

There’s a big disconnect there between how we’re saying things “should be,” and how we actually like to see them work out.

A movement like that, by any name… is a movement I could certainly get behind.

…their journey so much like our own unwieldy trek through life.

Those were brave times, not so long ago, that made a radical shift in the lives of women.

Shame on you for not believing me and playing along with the lunacy. How dare you question me or make assumptions about my truth.

There is a lot of sadness here, even in the land itself, from a long history of recurrent dispossession.

A short video based on a favorite quote from one of my favorite writers…

The world did not begin in 1948 when petroleum-based products took over agriculture, even if the current farm establishment thinks it did.

I would wear sunflowers tangled into my wind-blown hair, my feet, bare and dusty, would dance through meadows of watercolor hues

To think about this era as a blip on the timeline of humanity, one wonders where it all will lead.

Other satellites orbit the earth at a distance of about 621 miles; these internet satellites are orbiting at about half that distance, so they are very visible in the night sky.

Even the dying stars trailing dust in their wake make an arc across the sky in their final burst of light… and life.

…just because my life didn’t unfold exactly how my youthful mind imagined it might, has not made it any less remarkable an experience.

As far as I’m concerned, once Christmas is over and all the decorations are stored away again, spring might as well start right then