During the summer of 2015 dead people were everywhere. They could be found in the news, in my family and even in my dreams. It was just one of those summers where folks were starting their new lives in marriage, but others were taking their…
I don’t like the collision of syllables within words like “wrong” or “loser” or “failure”. But yet they seem to be near impossible to avoid. As a modern American those honest words of assessment are a dirty dirty language. And they are my curse…
