Is it any wonder that every culture has a flood story? Of course not! Every aeon or so, there are these SUPER MASSIVE, LANDSCAPE CHANGING FLOODS OF EPIC PROPORTIONS. On a smaller scale, tsunamis and storm surges overwhelm coastal regions, bringing map-update-worthy changes of their own.
“What would be the kindest choice?” The question is attributed to Mr. Rogers, but its answer lived large in Stafford Rosenberg.
You can’t know, as they’re happening, which things will have All The Impact upon you. Case in point: in ninth grade French class, something provoked my friend Jay to stand up and cry out, “How am I expected to be victorious under these circumstances?”
Extra is so much more than just a brand of chewing gum…if it even is one any longer. I really don’t know, having not paid much attention. Back in the day, I alternated between Wrigley’s Spearmint and Doublemint, with the occasional pack of Big Red to mix things up, until I kicked the gum habit […]
I’m a lifelong insomniac, and there are certain questions I ask at night. What would it look like if we all really believed we were beloved? Is it possible to perform (enact? commit?) a single shenanigan? Why haven’t Pancake and/or Sammy been adopted yet?
Sometimes I walk around grinning like an idiot. Mask or no mask, there’s that stupid grin that I wouldn’t want to shake off if I could. When the mask is on, I wonder if my eyes look crazy. Kinda hope so. Kinda worried about that too…my hoping so, I mean. Mushy brain? Hmmm.
Fat Tuesday is feeling a little gaunt this year. New Orleans itself has replaced Mardi Gras with something called Yardi Gras, which is well intentioned but sounds like a gimmick for selling patio furniture.
Cats, man. Is there anything more that really needs to be said? There must be, otherwise we’ve been wasting our time with Felis Catus, and that just isn’t possible.
I have to tell you the truth. Try as you may to make it otherwise, you are going to be disruptive. Even more: you are going to be most disruptive to the ones you love most.
When streams of light reach through clouds in just the right way, it’s like some glorious hand is reaching down from heaven to touch us. It is so beautiful, so ethereal some call it “the fingers of god.” I’ve also learned others call it “Jacob’s Ladder” (which I always thought was a children’s game played […]