“It’s You When I Look In The Mirror”

Last week we looked at a song called “Kite.” This week I want to turn to what feels to me like its companion—a song that covers similar ground but arrives with a different weight. Where “Kite” accompanied me, “Sometimes You Can’t Make It on Your Own” confronted me. Where “Kite” opens its hands, this oneContinueContinue reading ““It’s You When I Look In The Mirror””

A Place in the Line

There is a certain kind of work that doesn’t ask to be noticed. No ribbon cutting. No podium. No name on a building. Just a weekday morning, a line of cars, and somebody trying to figure out how to make groceries last a little longer than they should. You show up, you do your part,ContinueContinue reading “A Place in the Line”

Evening Light on the Levee

My truck, Mississippi River twilight, and Venus rising in the west. Some photographs are sharp. Others, like memories, are blurry. This one I snapped at random: the shadowy FJ silhouetted against a twilight sky, Venus hanging steady above. My old FJ Cruiser rested along the Mississippi River levee at Lone Oak Cemetery, back window openContinueContinue reading “Evening Light on the Levee”