Let’s hear it for the breathing space-rock

I don't honestly remember the last time I came on here just to check in and share some random thoughts in writing, so here I am - lest I forget how to do it. I don't exactly feel regret about this; I'll freely admit when I'm being neglectful, but in this case, the focus has just … Continue reading Let’s hear it for the breathing space-rock

How I Found Hope at the Circus

"...then maybe there's actually hope for the world," I said to my wife. "And how often do you ever hear me say something like that?" "Less often than a blue moon," she replied. She was being charitable. It's not that I'm a dour person (though it wouldn't be the first time I've been so accused). I … Continue reading How I Found Hope at the Circus