That Begins the Story How did I arrive here, I wonder. Because the flux in the political atmosphere is overwhelmingly tormenting that black hole of emotion, the kind that pulls the body, mind, and spirit into exhaustion. The scenarios keep circling, repeating, unraveling until the regime that punctured and bled

This piece is one of my earliest versions of storytelling, written sometime in the early 1980s.Today, in October 2025, my sister brought me the original copy typed, dated, and worn, the paper itself softened by time and water rot at the edges. Reading it again,  I revisit the true connection

The Rosary mysteries have been on my mind. I mentioned the Sorrowful Mystery in a recent private post, and it has stayed with me. For Catholics, the Rosary has long been taught as devotion, obligation, and daily invocation a practice meant to shape faith. I suppose I am what one