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
et me be candid for a moment. Some of you may have noticed that my posts have been more politically charged lately. Yet those who
There’s a gaping crack in the dome of our democracy. And we’ve been given no choice but to cover it with temporary band-aids, with no
There’s a strange kind of mirror hidden in the folds of America’s story. One side shows the Whittaker family of West Virginia — a clan whose generations
The Paradox of Presence While others build empires that glitter, she disassembles hers in silence brick by brick to seed the future of those long
AMERICA TEK A WIN.Oh, not me not a lone voice making triumphant noises and even quoting biblical at that.Oh yea! The soul of the nation
It’s not over.What we witnessed was not a finish line it was a signal. Even with the wins in NY, NJ, VA, and WI, the
Because everyone’s suddenly got a degree in post-mortem politics, and Van Jones’ “Mamdani switch” headline has become the latest echo of distraction, I figured I’d
Originally written January 15, 2013 – restored September 2025 Rambling somewhere in the echo chambers of my head is a maelstrom of thought responses on
I am but a voice in the wind. I’m not even sure more than a handful of people read these notes I leave behind, but
We the People say: Stop the war with Venezuela. Reaffirm the Caribbean as a Zone of Peace. Humanity first not bombs, not bravado. Filed under:
Opening Reflection Dammit!!There comes a time when silence feels like betrayal and laughter turns to disbelief. The last thread of common sense is unraveling in
