July 2026

  • Dust in the Wind

    When I thought of writing this essay it was because yet another person my age had passed away. I was feeling a little bit depressed and wanted to get those feelings out so I could process them. Then I had another thought right on the heels of that: it’s such a Debbie Downer to talk…

  • The Green Jesus

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    I am a warped individual, and I know how this came to be. When I tell you the story some of you will relate. It was The Green Jesus (that is what I call it. I don’t know what the painter called it.) that did it. The Green Jesus screwed up my mind. Royally. Anyway…