Grounds In My Coffee

Feb 17, 2025 — 3:20PM
We are at Panera Bread this afternoon. We have come for a late lunch, early dinner, and to just be in a public space. It is a beautiful winter day.
We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.

Feb 17, 2025 — 3:20PM
We are at Panera Bread this afternoon. We have come for a late lunch, early dinner, and to just be in a public space. It is a beautiful winter day.
The walls of silence Are already beginning to rise.
Being honest is always interesting. The bravest thing I ever said was ‘help’.

Existence is art.
Art is subjective. So, why do we often feel like we are failing at our own magnum opus?


The best way out, is through. — Frost
The funeral was as difficult an experience as I can imagine.

You see a storm coming, are in a storm, or have just seen one pass. Perhaps you ARE the storm!
This is my first
That's a lie. I've written a few obituaries. But this is the first one that that really cut.
Deep.

Gravity binds us all. But some more than others.
STOP! THIEF!
And make no mistake, this world is villainous. Absolutely villainous. It takes and takes and takes. The only gifts we get, it takes back.