You can’t see inside a painting. As you are not the artist—I am not the artist. And, we, neither of us, are the subject. We are on the outside. You see what has been constructed—you […]
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Great Love Casts a Tight Net: Miranda Jean Rinn Memorial Fund
One might think a person I never met, who had fewer than thirty-six hours on this Earth, wouldn’t possess the ability to make a lasting impression. How wrong that would be. Miranda Jean was perfection […]
On The Day I was Born
I may not remember the day I was born, but I distinctly remember my twelfth birthday. First and foremost, I remember the hot sting of my older brother’s hand across my backside. Twelve smacks. “One […]
