I’ve lost my voice.
I know where it went. IT took it.
No, I’m not sick. My wife Marci might be, but she’s been like this for more than three weeks. So if it’s IT, then I think we’re outta the woods.
The Spiritual Wanderer
I’ve lost my voice.
I know where it went. IT took it.
No, I’m not sick. My wife Marci might be, but she’s been like this for more than three weeks. So if it’s IT, then I think we’re outta the woods.
2019 and I didn’t really see eye-to-eye, at least in terms of movies.
I’m popping popcorn. Standing at the stove, I slowly turn the little handle on our ancient popper as one or two kernels escape the vat. It’s unusual for me to be doing this at this hour, 4:30 in the evening. As the kernels twirl, the emotions swirl behind me.
You know the phrase, “When you’re a hammer, everything looks like a nail.”