We live in a broken world. We always have. There has never been a time in human history when things just fell seamlessly into place, when everybody got along, when things were as they appeared. The victories have always been partial, the glories always dependent on where you were standing at the time. Life is…
Category: Craft
Word Count, My Tyrant
In this age of Bluetooth, I no longer get odd glances when I talk to myself in the car. I get contemptuous glares, as my traffic distractions are clearly going to kill us all. If people knew my secret shame, however, the chain-the-madman panic stares would never end.