The walls of silence Are already beginning to rise.

Existence is art.

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

You see a storm coming, are in a storm, or have just seen one pass. Perhaps you ARE the storm!

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.

Siri kept pinging me.

The cancer isn't just in her spine.

Hope— hope springs eternal, but I'm finding the well dry of late.

My wife's sister is dying of cancer.

A while back, a friend recommended this song to me. “Just sit and listen and draw what you feel and hear.” This was what came out.

You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.

A series of essays exploring my experiences with alcohol and alcoholism