I like words. I love the way their syllables and sounds roll and tumble over my teeth like cool water in a stream though sometimes they blast – more unwelcome explosion than gentle refreshing. I like quiet. And sometimes quiet is the only appropriate response. Maybe a walk or shared wine. a note. an awkward … More When words don’t cut it.
Words make me happy. Not bunches of words when few will do, but with an appreciation for what a well-placed articulated thought can do, I find joy. Pro Tip: a well-considered word can change the world. Take vote for instance or love or compassion or war or friends or discover or humility instead of hubris or a … More The advent of adventure