Observations
Observations: The good son?
Often I think that if I were a good son, I’d pack up our lives and move to that little town in Minnesota...
Observations: Buzz cutting the future
I don’t want to live in the mangroves with an imaginary pet dog named Ernie that looks a lot like a feral pig....
Observations: Compromising Principles
Principles can be malleable, but I’m still surprised when I toss mine out the window....
Observations: Someone to lean on
From philosophers to poets to the Rolling Stones, that message has been true for as long as people have walked this earth....
Observations: Trouble on the horizon?
Is there anyone among us who joyously skips through life without care or concern?...
Observations: Time waits for no man
Looking back isn’t moving forward. The time to live is right now, in the moment....
Observations: The summer of youth
These days it often feels as though the world is teetering into chaos, but there is nothing new about that....
