An Experiment in Failure

Today concludes my third observance of Lent. It was my most profitable and least effective observance yet. I think the paradox is the point.

Lest We Forget

I was considering if I should just plan to pay a little extra to fill a bag beyond the weight limit with clothes I knew I could fit in my closet after I got rid of those I never wore.

Soft Tissues for Silent Cries

My first call to arms in the war against social injustice sounded in my grandfather’s voice.

I Finally Felt It

I have a new roommate and a new appreciation for life.

Head and Shoulders, Poesy and Prose

This bit of wisdom wrenched from the unheard mouth of Francois Guizot was passed to me by my grandfather a couple of years ago. My grandfather is a very wise man.