Funny how muscle memory works. This afternoon I was running a little containment drill in the laundry room — we have three orange kittens who treat every cracked door like an escape hatch — and somewhere in the middle of it, 1977 walked back in. Not as a thought. As a feeling in my hands.ContinueContinue reading “2026: A Cat Oddity”
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Done Caring What’s Right
There’s a moment when you realize the problem isn’t that people believe the wrong things. It’s that they’ve stopped caring which things are true. I’ve been watching that happen across my country for a while now. Both sides. Every tribe. Same reason, though they’d never admit it — and honestly may not even see it.ContinueContinue reading “Done Caring What’s Right”
Torn Awake
We’ve been reading in the ancient accounts from Israel’s early kings… real history, at least as I’ve always believed it, not something I read like a storybook. My wife and I have been going through it together in the mornings, usually with coffee, the city still half-asleep around us. There’s something about those mornings thatContinueContinue reading “Torn Awake”
One Year In
It was May 13 last year when I first hit publish. The post was called “Greetings from the Deep South, USA.” Nothing fancy. Just a hello from where I sit. I still remember the ordinary light in the room that morning… and the quiet resolve it took to send the words out anyway. A yearContinueContinue reading “One Year In”
Stagger Lee Was a What?
A childhood song, a Christmas Eve shooting, and a Stetson hat that started it all I must have been seven or eight the first time I heard it. Maybe younger. My mother had the radio going… she usually did. And this thing came on with a groove that just grabbed you. Something about a clearContinueContinue reading “Stagger Lee Was a What?”