They’re melancholic, messy, awkward.
But They’re mine.
And I’m glad for you to read them.
The bureaucracy of a democracy operates on a level of veracity that cannot be duplicated in any other form of government or even industry. There is no marketing to a DMV line, no propaganda to the post office. No one gets rich. The people are served, however seemingly inefficient. It is only due to the … More The Truth Is Out There
Some time ago, my partner and I spent much time back in the country of her ancestors: Italy. As we combed through records and bounced around government offices and communal cemeteries, I had an epiphany of sorts. I sat down and wrote them out. I do wonder if Anna’s ancestors would ever have imagined that … More Momento Mori
I worked with two men in construction for a while. As it usually goes with these types of rough men, their transformation into builders has a reason. I generally try to find that. Little clues into their life are splattered here and there. It just takes the right key, and the lock springs open. This … More The Gift of Normalcy
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