Monthly Archives: April 2014

Some people crave freedom. Not American-flag freedom, but the type that grants you bite-the-dust power. Those people that know how to drop everything without regret. When I was a boy, I never remember her picking me up, though I know … Continue reading →

I once wrote a poem about a tree. (I didn’t have much to write about back then.) I walked past it every day in my neighborhood, towering, gloriously majestic in its old age. It rested like Grandmother Willow, presiding over … Continue reading →