Dirt poor, piss poor, and so poor we didn’t have a pot to pee in.

bell hooks* wrote, "home is a place where one is enclosed in endless stories. Like arms, they hold and embrace memory. We are only alive in memory. To remember together is the highest form of communion." Recently memories of my experiences have been angrily questioned by those who perhaps experienced things differently or simply choose … Continue reading Dirt poor, piss poor, and so poor we didn’t have a pot to pee in.

Transitions are hard. Maybe this will help?

Lots of folks are facing that big transition from one season of life to another. But in a sense, all of us live in a perpetual season of graduation or deterioration. We are either advancing or retreating. In life, in business, there really is no place that is devoid of change, either positively or negatively … Continue reading Transitions are hard. Maybe this will help?

The bellow of a badly blown trumpet. Surviving apocalyptic traumas of my childhood.

I grew up at a time and place in American history that lent itself to a fascination with the Apocalypse. This end time madness was on full display in my small Pentecostal church in Arkansas. Many of the sermons that I heard delivered were crafted to scare children like me into piety. And for the … Continue reading The bellow of a badly blown trumpet. Surviving apocalyptic traumas of my childhood.