Sunday morning, obviously 

Of every other day of the week, Sunday should really smell like bacon and coffee.  Really.  About a year ago, I let go of my frantic grasping of vegetarian eating with the startling realization that even adherence to that noble gastric discipline takes lives.  This morning I stand quietly in my kitchen peeling the wrapping […]


Where do I go to hide from MS?  Is there a place I can just hang out for a day or two and not be reminded that I have this spectre of physical impairment following me around? Lately I feel drained and really tired towards the end of a day.  In the morning I have […]


hope is a whisper in the darkness of disaster brilliant in unimaginable ways persistent and undaunted when humanity is tossed within the morass that evil fosters hope seems always to reappear stronger, bolder outcome notwithstanding what must be two sides to a coin balanced on a minted edge like a thousand others hope is a […]