Little Bit Broken

writing

  • Fuck Putin and Fuck Trump

    This was coming. Zelensky saw it, but because the Ukraine is not part of NATO, hands are tied. He has stayed with this people and is perhaps the bravest leader I will know in my lifetime. This is where I… Continue reading

  • Treasure or the Coin

    I have been thinking a lot about the purpose of the studio and my writing and my yarn. Black Ram Designs found a home on Main Street in Cabot Vermont earlier this year. I was looking for a place for… Continue reading

  • I am not a political prophet…but

    I have a political theory on the whole holding back of the impeachment articles to the senate and the recent airstrike in Baghdad. I believe that pretty much everybody has gotten tired of the impeachment issue. But  arresting the process… Continue reading

  • 20/20 hindsight

    If I spent this day looking back, I would not see what is before me.  Hindsight they say is 20/20, you can see perfectly.  I don’t think that is true.  I think we choose to see the past through filters.… Continue reading

  • End of a Decade and the Art of Being

    So this is the end of a pretty bumpy decade.  Since I was born in 65 it is easy to to gauge things in decades, 5-15, 15-25, 25-35, 35-45, and now 45-55.  I am not 55 yet, but will be… Continue reading

  • I want to float, not dive

    Not quite ready for the day. I have my tea and mouse is keeping me company.  I kinda want to be all on top of it and hit the ground running, but today I just want to ease into it.  Like… Continue reading

  • I am not a preacher

    Blizzard Well, not really. At least not yet, there is very little wind. Certainly not huge gusts that make the trees creak.  There is heavy wet snow  and walking home tonight was lovely in a surreal kind of way.  … Continue reading

  • How do you tell a Mob Boss to quit smoking?

    I had a great conversation with Mum yesterday.  We were talking about politics and ethics and social justice. We talked about those that reach out to everybody and those that for what ever reason, push those that are different away.… Continue reading

  • Tell me why you fear him

    In 1986 I was a student in London and thought that it would be great fun to travel with a buddy I had met at school.  Susie Morgahni’s family was living in London after immigrating from Beirut.  The cause was… Continue reading

  • Hope showed up

    I called my friend Desirée yesterday to ask a solid favor from her.   Perhaps.  That was the pretense really.  I called her because I feel a need to hold my breath as this giant wave of discontent approaches and I… Continue reading