Promises, promises

2011. According to the doomsday interpretations of the Mayan calendar, our final full year. And while I do not believe these radical interpretations of an ancient calendar, as I began to make my annual list of resolutions I kept this thought in the back of my mind, what if this was it? What if this was my final full year … Continue reading Promises, promises

A place where there isn’t any trouble

That is what Dorothy asked of Toto in her black and white Kansas. She was searching for the perfect place, beyond the moon, beyond the rain. When I was eighteen, I thought such a place existed. A place outside of Kansas. Born and raised in Wichita, I was the typical teen, always searching, always dreaming, … Continue reading A place where there isn’t any trouble