A Butterfly Among Birds

Orange and black butterfly

Sometimes I feel like I was dropped on the wrong planet, born into the wrong species.

I am a butterfly among birds, living trustfully by the lessons I received at birth.

I flutter instead of soar. I chase rainbows instead of treasure.

With reverence for the wind and warmth, I swoop … Read more...

The Real Cheater

Student cheating during an exam

AI has made cheating almost irresistible for students: to be able to get a 10-page paper done in 30 seconds is certainly tempting. There are some subjects students just don’t care to learn; they just want to get that grade (B is fine), check the box, and move along. I had c… Read more...

Where Love Lies

One thing that frees me, that keeps the darkness from taking me over, is the belief that there are no bad people out there, just regular people doing bad things, whether with malice, ignorance, or good intentions.

I am freed by this thought because it feels less permanent. Behavio… Read more...

Two Prisoners

Sunset over an Australian Beach

I don’t get get. How can you smile in here?

Because smiling is better than frowning.

But we’re locked in this room all day and beaten and tortured at night. We’re fed the same rotten food every day. We are ridiculed and yelled at. We are forgotten.

This is all trueRead more...

Batten Down The Hatches

For the first time in 5 years, I didn’t write a blog post.

Nothing occurred to me. And when Sunday night rolled around, and I had nothing in the queue, I just sort of shrugged and wrapped myself in a blanket.

No real accomplishments to speak of. Not many thoughts. I’ve … Read more...

The Day After Today

Silhouette of golden gate bridge during golden hour

The dark cloud has been over us for so long, I think we’re used to it.

Even when it’s sunny, it’s not really as sunny as it used to be.

But all of that can change.

Some decisions are hard, but not the ones where love is all the way on one side.

I’m tired of th… Read more...

A Little Light Left

Light through hole in dark room

Her church was the first to call.

“She’s forgetting things.”

It was sort of blamey, at least that’s how I took it — me, one of two sons, 22 hours away. Or two flights and a long shuttle ride, which has to be coordinated ahead of time.

The last time I we… Read more...