So Many I Knew Left So Early…Why…Why?

So Many I Knew Left So Early…Why…Why?

You could read this as a depressing note. I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Because this note is about death (yes, again I’m writing about death — as if I can’t let go of it, ever). And death is never fun and writing about death is never fun...
Meet Your Own Renaissance Man

Meet Your Own Renaissance Man

Ahem. Announcement. Loudspeaker. Drumroll. Would you please meet your own Renaissance Man? Would you please consider standing up and greet your one and only Renaissance Man…like…the only one you’ve known in your personal, private world? That’s...