Jogging with Sol

I stir. With eyes closed, I can tell it’s still dark out. I turn over, but it’s no use. I’m awake. The Sun still has its night cap on. It gets to hit the snooze button and gather the horizon around its shoulders while I rise. Groggily, I wonder, When did the Sun get to […]

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An Artist’s Place

A prevailing wind that many authors and artists must navigate these days is the notion that they should shut up and entertain… that art should not be political or delve into sociological concerns. In wrestling with this, I think about the popularity of the Little Rascals and Shirley Temple during the Great Depression. The need […]

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