Good old Steven
Here’s something to look forward to: Someday we’ll be dignified and old. Together.
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Crooked tails
I once believed in straight roads and straight lines and straightforward stories. Then I realized I want friends and love and life in my life.
We are all Crime People
It’s not an election year (saints and angels be praised), but we’re always at an inflection point. Will we draw angry chalk lines on our driveways like petulant children, or will we remember that there’s no such thing as “them”?
Carry the fire
You aren’t seeing things. There are, as Paul Simon sang, angels in the architecture, especially right now. Gigantic garish gold Styrofoam angels at Macy’s. Skies of heavenly hosts, over mangers and strangers, under trees and eaves. Angels festooning the firmament of your own soul. Every December, without fail, they sing a little louder than usual.
Epilogues: November 2021
In this life, there are good things that everyone agrees are good (pajamas, Stanley Tucci). There are good things that some good people believe are bad (candy corn, the 2012 Les Misérables). Such persons are still good, despite being wrong. There are ambiguous things that good and bad people can fight about for a good […]
Funky from now on
When we’re young, songs choose us. We are all indoctrinated into the Hokey Pokey and The Wheels on the Bus and all the cheese from the great animated dairy farm that is Disney.
Suffering gladly
‘Tis the season when we’re all wound a tad too tight. But if the festive ribbon is already choking out your cheer, don’t suffer alone.
All the bad things
Has it ever occurred to you what a great many terrible things simply don’t happen? This morning, your car was not stolen by Willie Nelson. You were not eaten by a mountain lion. Your family was not kidnapped by brigands. You were not forced to eat Steakumms soaked in chocolate milk for breakfast. Gator did […]
Rock steady
Sometimes, before we can go forward, we have to look back. Before we can roll, we need to rock back and forth. Or, even better, pile up rocks like pancakes.
Under the influence
If you’re an artist (and if you’re breathing, this is you), you have influences. If you’re an artist of any caliber, those influences include cats.