The COVID booster is now in my bloodstream. At this rate, I’m beginning to think we’ll need a few more lines on the little paper vaccination card.
If I were an automobile, I might get maintenance notices from the factory reminding me to have my timing belt replaced or to check the belts up front. And with all that accumulated “mileage” inside of me comes a bit of learned wisdom.
Strolling down a quiet street in East Texas, a small white window sign catches my eye.
We tend to refer to the collective paintings by an artist or writings by an author as a body of work. And in doing so, we form opinions or project a value to their efforts. This exercise allows us to believe our conclusions are based on true substance.
“I’m sorry, but I’m backed up with work tonight, and I can’t get away for dinner. I hope you understand.”
I’m sitting outside a quiet roadside diner in western Texas, a sea of cloudless skies arch above. Blue is the designated color of the day in Marfa.
In case you missed the event earlier this week, the world stopped for nearly six hours.
What if you had one more day to live? Would that change the way you lived today? And why?
Last week, I read an article discussing the difference between endurance and persistence. The author pointed out, correctly, many people use them interchangeably.
His skin, darkened with dozens of scattered tattoos; the man’s eyes illuminate his face like shoreline torches.
My wife and I finish each other’s sentences — but not for the reasons you might think.
Returning to the classrooms may never be more important.
The small potted plant probably weighed no more than a gallon of milk, but the load reflected a practice of lifting the other in life.
I wish to apologize to the United States of America.
I am so sick of writing about COVID, vaccines and masking.
If you’re unvaccinated, I am not asking you to get a shot; I’m asking you to give your decision a second thought and what it means to others.
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