where freedom begins

where freedom begins

It was the Monday to end all Mondays. We had made it to lunchtime only hanging by a thread. Leftover hamburgers from the weekend grill were forced into the microwave while hunger held tightly to the greasy door handle, waiting for the ding. Peanut butter slathered...
write on dear writers…  write on!

write on dear writers… write on!

Write on dear writers…  Write on! I don’t know how many times I have sat here staring at the computer and wondering why in the world I am doing this. Why am I writing? Who in the world is even reading this stuff? It’s easy to get caught up in the lack of comments and...