I can't sleep. I haven't slept well for months.

And I was thinking...

I used to watch this show with my family when I was in jr. high and high school, "Family Matters" (I always loved the play on words in the title). It was corny; it wasn't a very cutting edge show, and always had a moral lesson: faith; family; the value of an education; having ( Read more... )

One of my students last year wrote, "I reach for the stars, only to be burned by their glory ( Read more... )

"Why do people cry ( Read more... )

28 October 2008 ( Read more... )

"Do we need heroes in real life ( Read more... )

Red-the color of blood, the color of passion, and of sultry salsa dances in the sweltering Miami heat. Red is the sting of embarrassment that grips you when you say the wrong words in mixed company. It's the color of a desire to run as fast as you can, because you hope a rock will invite you to crawl under it. Red is the color of a midlife crisis ( Read more... )

Blue is a different sort of color-a foreign feeling than the reds or oranges that adorn fall's trees. Autumn's hues are the beginning of the end, signifying the coming cold. Blue? Not so much. An all-together foreign texture, blue bellows through a solo saxophone and finds its way onto a bass clef, splattered ink the artist flung onto a darkened ( Read more... )

I am an enigmatic piece of the human puzzle, and while at times I have written about how sure I am about where I belong and why I belong there, and while I have written many times about my ability to be Mr. Miagi to your many upon many of Daniel-sans, today, my enigmatic self prohibits my wiser, "khar-ah-te, heah..." self from existing. Today, I ( Read more... )

My goodness ( Read more... )

Okay...here it is.

After careful consideration, I have come to the fact that it is good rather than divisive to espouse my political views. Without trying to convince anyone else, and without trying to piss anyone off, why not throw my proverbial wrench into the mix, especially on the eve of an historic election?--I mean, how much worse can things ( Read more... )