In the beginning…

There was you. You and the things you loved (to do). Your experience was in dirt and insects. Hunting and climbing. Jumping and swimming. Forts and buildling. Dancing and singing. Tumbling and…

the black friday atheist

I don’t believe in this U.S. American god. I lowercased it for a reason. This tradition. This yearly ritual. This thing has become it’s own entity, void of the message of…

an appreciation note.

Sometime last month, I wrote out a gratitude list of the things I am thankful for. Although it was a fairly lengthy list, I didn’t finish it. And I probably…