If the fish aren’t biting, don’t leave the lake– Change your bait.
One of the best friendships I ever had took four years to build, but only one moment to destroy.
you don’t have to bloom the same to still be beautiful.
For us, it’s no risk, all reward.
My early days of living in a largely White rural community weren’t as challenging as one might have expected. But as I would find out, there were always signs that a history not learned from was bound to be repeated.
A straight question deserves a straight answer.
Air. Shelter. Food. Water. You.
Marvin Gaye was right. There “ain’t nothing like the real thing”.
Growing up as the only non-White child in a rural American town was never bound to be easy, but for what it lacked in ease, it more than made up for in insight.
Let ’em talk.
… because we all need a little something or someone to count on.
Keep your face turned towards the sun.
Always check your blind spots.
[A Poem]: We are only as good as our actions. May our tongues and hands be of one accord.
The tale of how a seemingly harmless midnight snack led me to contemplate California and its lost magic.
[A Poem]: What could you see better with your eyes closed?