Criminal
Pittsburgh, 1994. The memory assaults me repeatedly, a soft-focused film reel sharpening in moments of stark relief, punctuated by the
Tag: Reflections
Thursday
I sit in the student commons, listening to snippets of conversation as they float to my ears unfiltered, tuning each voice in and out like so many static-filled radio stations…. Read more »
Minding Our Own Business
Why would two people with good jobs, congenial friends, and a home without a mortgage, suddenly abandon all these and at an age when security is the better part of… Read more »
Through The Looking Glass
Shards of glass reassembled into a mirror often reflect the truth better… ~ Tom Morello We are shaped by the light we let through us.