On history. . .writing and re-writing. . . .

Northerners and Southerners alike have continued to allow generations’ old hatred and bitterness to permeate our language. To perpetuate an ugliness that we should unite in extinguishing.

On the great unknown. . .or, liberating challenges. . . .

In fact, I’m really rather enjoying this writing process. It’s something I hadn’t done in years. Something, in truth, I was unable to do for years. It feels good to have the words flow the way they did many, many years ago.

On monsters. . .real, not imagined. . . .

My particular monster, the one that haunts so many of us, the one that so many of us feel we have to hide away – possibly becoming for all intents and purposes that horrible fiend under the bed – is not there.