I happened upon a little boy, sitting on the ground beside a hole filled with baby snakes. He was stirring it with a stick, watching them writhe. When he noticed me, he accidentally flicked the stick. Out popped one baby snake, which slithered away. Dozens remained inside, but his eyes…

No Time Like the Present? Or no time BUT the present? I live in a constant state of frantic hurry, chasing moving targets, burning myself out. I take pictures so I can look back, forgetting to look around in the moment. I nearly did that today, even after my son…

I don’t know how I feel. Sometimes I can’t even find the words. There’s an app for it, and I can’t answer the question. Existential crisis comes the closest. I’m so tired of being put in boxes. So many of them I built myself. But others have been assigned to…