The Memory Jar

The space of memories is far and wide.

A Year of Firsts. And Lasts.

When I reflect on this year, it seems that the inevitable reality of life, and of death, just catapulted to the head of the line.

Don -you win.

I am surrounded by people who still support you – whether then know I know or not – and just like choosing for kickball at recess, I’m not anyone’s first pick.

Factory Floor Parenting

“And now, my home has moved from parent culture to safety culture.”

Where the streets have no name

I remember learning that Bono, lead vocalist for U2 (assuming anyone exists that might not know who Bono is), wrote the lyrics for “Where the streets have no name” about identity. It was a response to the fact that it was easy to identify one’s religion and economic status simply based on the street on