Just because you haven't purchased one of my books doesn't mean I wouldn't help you out in a pinch. Why, if you fell deep into a crevice, I would lower down a headlamp and one of my paperbacks. That I would secure payment from the wallet you sent back up would be coincidental.

What is the smallest creature that would make you run for cover or seek protection from?

What is deader than Meta's Threads?

It would be awesome for Musk to go to Mars.
I'd even pony up for the seed potatoes, but he's going to have to bring his own shit.

Read a book, save a writer.

Sure, books have spines, but they are still highly digestible.

Humanity is a creative juggernaut.
The artistic, musical, and literary (etc.) talent out there is as astonishing as it is inspiring. We're not a lot of things, and we've got a lot of growing up to do, but we truly can make magic.
I believe. Please believe with me.
Peace.

I grew up under the toxic veil of systemic racism and homophobia. Fortunately, due to travel, education, and an open mind, I moved away from those poisonous and waterless canals. My experience has made it easy to see racism in others. I hope and pray that for their own well being, and those who they heap hate and scorn upon, that they open their eyes and heart to truth and a better reality.

The women's rights movement and women's suffrage movement will arguably have their finest day on November 5th, 2024.

With a dynamically changing world, every nation faces challenges with immigration policy, with an extra challenge to society being how to deal with closet racists that tend to disingenuously wear the cloak of concerned citizen, when, deep down, they're just nativists and racists.

Who will win the US 2024 Election?

Ah, Google Search, you had me at "down 74% over the past 6 months." 😍

If you're a man in Scotland or Nova Scotia and don't wear a kilt on special occasions, methinks you are skirting around the issue.

When you waited in line for 30 minutes only to discover a filibuster doesn't involve beef, melted cheese, and a hoagie.

On Planet Saliva, "My momma didn't raise no drools" is deeply insulting.

My latest WIP is a series of short stories about tree-hugger romances. Here is a snippet:

The arborists made love on the edge of a meadow, just under the canopy of some beautiful conifers. She pined for his loins and he ached for her tamarack.

Perhaps it's too sappy?