A modern retelling of the Prodigal Son.Photo by Scott Goodwill on UnsplashThe one who your folks, friends, and neighbors love? And secretly, I reckon, all of us long to be that person, at least once in our lives? Sometimes we get a lil’ taste of that feeling and wish it’d never end. But there’s more’n one way to skin a cat and be popular, just like there’s more’n one way to fart in public. But no matter how it’s done no one likes you for it. I know that kind of someone in my life. Who steals ...

A modern retelling of the Prodigal Son.Photo by Scott Goodwill on UnsplashThe one who your folks, friends, and neighbors love? And secretly, I reckon, all of us long to be that person, at least once in our lives? Sometimes we get a lil’ taste of that feeling and wish it’d never end. But there’s more’n one way to skin a cat and be popular, just like there’s more’n one way to fart in public. But no matter how it’s done no one likes you for it. I know that kind of someone in my life. Who steals ...

Photo by Lina White on UnsplashHere we are, at the precipice of normalcy At the rising sun of Going out into the world, emerging from homer’s cave Remembering what the world was like Recalling to ourselves what it all was: The eating out, the shopping, the droves of people Livin’, laughin’, and lovin’. The music so loud it echoes in our dreams Faces full exposed, a shock to see A nose and mouth A smile?! Worn lines from nibbling lips In fear In worry. I wondered if the world was ending At lea...

Photo by Lina White on UnsplashHere we are, at the precipice of normalcy At the rising sun of Going out into the world, emerging from homer’s cave Remembering what the world was like Recalling to ourselves what it all was: The eating out, the shopping, the droves of people Livin’, laughin’, and lovin’. The music so loud it echoes in our dreams Faces full exposed, a shock to see A nose and mouth A smile?! Worn lines from nibbling lips In fear In worry. I wondered if the world was ending At lea...

Photo by Mario La Pergola on UnsplashYou always hear about seasons in life. Times of Weeping. Times of Joy. Times of War, and rarely, Peace. But no one explains the Time of Doubt.The Time of Doubt: the season that your beliefs cave in like a deep mine, threatening the root structure of yourself.This is that time for me. The seeds of Doubt were sown in 2019, as I realized I’d gone my whole life not thinking about racial disparities in the United States. The upward spiral begins there. Upward b...

Photo by Mario La Pergola on UnsplashYou always hear about seasons in life. Times of Weeping. Times of Joy. Times of War, and rarely, Peace. But no one explains the Time of Doubt.The Time of Doubt: the season that your beliefs cave in like a deep mine, threatening the root structure of yourself.This is that time for me. The seeds of Doubt were sown in 2019, as I realized I’d gone my whole life not thinking about racial disparities in the United States. The upward spiral begins there. Upward b...