Tragedy and I are old friends.
I have dealt with tragedy before.
This is what I know.
It is hard everytime.
The road may be different but pain always shows its face.
People can be wonderful.
People can be cruel.
People can be clueless. Continue reading “Thoughts…” →
My recent flights from Portland to Atlanta and on to Alabama afforded ample time to think.
It was a case of two planes, no trains, and one automobile. Twelve exhausting hours.
Here are my coffee-stimulated, waiting room, intercom inspired thoughts.
Continue reading “Traveling on…” →
Monday mornings can be either wonderful or dreadful. Continue reading “Monday, Monday**” →