Old Rockers, Not the Chair Kind

I guess I've reached middle age. (That's one of the most shocking sentences I've ever typed in my 44 years. I'm still wrapping my mind around it.) It means that the musicians of my youth — those vibrant men and women who blew my mind wide open and taught me to love the beat, the style,... Continue Reading →

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Days of the Dead

I think a lot about loss. Past loss, future loss; past pain, future pain. The delicacy of existence, of life. The only absolute for each and every one of us: eventual death. There are times it nearly consumes me — it creates anxiety even in moments I am attempting to enjoy something as benign and... Continue Reading →

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