I don’t want to be the name on your next bleeding heart law. I refuse to stand idly by as your medusaec heads echo empty apologies. My well is dry and the buckets keep coming. The neon sign says closed but your blind eyes keep tugging. No law is finite, no job description complete, your […]
When you find yourself at a precipice, how do you know whether it’s time to go cliff diving? Is there a time when you should just give up hope on fixing obstacles on your path?
Truth out of the mouths of babes
It was hard to write a post for today, since the word prompted memories I’d rather replace. It’s not enjoyable, in fact, it rather sucks; but the truth beacons to be free from the depths where it’s been hiding deep inside of me.
The continuation of this furry fable finds the father and son Beaver debating rights and roots.
The continuation of this furry fable finds the Beaver family working hard to control forces of nature that may just be beyond their control.
I have suffered immeasurable losses. Sure, my losses can be quantified; their ratios rationalized to juxtapose the impressions left as scars. But the mass that weighs on my soul can not be scaled or justified. Sometimes it feels like an endless battle, denied enough time to wipe the blood off our eyes before the bell rings. Perpetually caught […]
Our scars are reminders of our strength, not the source of it. Refuse to be defined by the events that make life difficult!