Focus

My thoughts are like an old school cartoon snowball. What starts as a speck gains momentum and magnitude as it rolls around inside my head picking up other ideas and thoughts until it fills the available space and crushes my mood like the tiny town at the bottom of the cartoon slope! Writing or talking …

Whatever!

Words grow and change over time like children, stretching the skin they’re in, filling out and maturing. Sometimes they seem to contradict themselves but they must stay true to their essence or they are forgotten and used no more; outdated, deleted, spent. We are limited by our language at times so we devise words that …