August 2020

August 31, 2020


It’s always good for me to be reminded that writing is a physical act.

August 30, 2020


I’m chilled by how quickly phrases like “the other side” have become so natural. Because that’s the grammar of war.

August 29, 2020


To erase the “I” and stand outside of time, writing like a ghost.

August 28, 2020


I wonder if there’s anything to learn from my recent drift towards color and my desire to return to monochrome.

August 27, 2020


He said, “The president recognizes the best way to restore normalcy to people’s lives is to bring back entertainment options.”

August 26, 2020


I switch the channel and a meteorologist says, “Just behind this vortex is a wall of water getting ready to surge.”

August 25, 2020


The First Lady stood in the Rose Garden and lectured us about civility while her husband smirked.

August 24, 2020


Tonight I sat outside in the unfamiliar terrain of southeastern Ohio, lit a candle, and watched the stars.

August 23, 2020


First memories are such peculiar creatures, these fuzzy impressions and garbled snapshots that teach us how to see the world.

August 22, 2020


For a glimpse into the brainpan of America, you can’t beat late-night AM radio.

August 21, 2020


Heading west on Interstate 70, there’s a beautiful sunset and it’ll have to do for tonight.

August 20, 2020


An empathy machine sounds like a pretty good leader right now.