Good morning, My schizophrenic tendencies overwhelmed me today.  I found myself sitting over Twitter trying to recover from the shock of reading analytics about the American Health Care Act and…

Good evening, my friends — Hear me out:  I have good reasons for writing these Musings so late in the day.  Hear me out.  I’ve a story to tell. I…

Good morning, The hours seem to slip from my grasp without hesitation or shame.  I rose before dawn but 8:00 a.m. sneaked by on tender toes while my eyes gazed…

Good morning, I’ve been thinking about these musings for a while.  They’ve evolved so much in the nine years during which I’ve been writing them.  At first, I sent out…

Good morning, The decline into dishevelment lands me in a soft place, surrounded by discarded jackets, scarves, and woolen hats.  Under the coffee table lies the computer bag which served…

Good morning, It’s well into April Fool’s Day but I don’t need a special day to feel foolish.  That’s every day.  That’s today, and yesterday, and all the yesterdays stretching…

Good morning, Hours after the sun climbed above the eastern horizon, I wakened with a slight ache in the small of my back and thought, At which hostel am I?  But…

Good morning, It is 10:14 Pacific time, on a day tinged with grey and the sharp bite of a sea reminding us that she controls our existence here.  Yet the…

Good morning, It’s five past the witching hour, but the dog and I awakened so early that the birds still slept in their tender nests of yesterday’s leaves and tiny…

Good morning, Standing on one’s feet for four hours should be exhausting.  At the end of the Art @ Suite 100 opening last night, the fatigue lurked in one corner…