The Key Shouldn’t Cost More than the Treasure it Unlocks
For each of more than 400 days, I wrote and published at least 1,000 words on a site that no longer exists. I still have most of the posts stashed away and reread one every now again. The following was…
What Do You Stand For?
As I near the end of The Rape of the Mind, I look at the world I live in and think back over the past three years—and even over the last century—and I feel gratitude for the people in the…
Let It Be an End in Itself
Do you ever feel like you belong nowhere? I’m going through such an experience now, feeling sort of homeless. I keep telling myself to unpack my bags and settle, that I can stay here, that I can be happy here,…
A Speck of Light
I still look at my old stuff, hoping to find a glittering speck that lights the way to something new. This morning, I pulled out the second post from Collecting Thoughts Press and remembered that I once wrote about a…
And Again
“Learn to run roughshod over the obstacles in your head” are the first words I posted at a new site I created long ago in the hopes of finally finding the right venue for my words. The domain I purchased…
