Forever is composed of nows.

~Emily Dickenson~

Vincent, Mr. Walrus, and me

I wrote my first song when I was in 5th grade. Three chords pressed into painful fingers on a cheap 3/4 size guitar. D – Em – G. I suppose that is when I knew I would be a writer and musician, though I wouldn’t have had the confidence to name it. I had the…

It’s dusty

In more organized faith circles, Lent is a big deal. It is the 40 days leading to Easter. People “give up” food, unhealthy practices, selfish pursuits and explore disciplines we sometimes avoid. It is a bit of a reality check. The ritual of a clergy person putting ashes on one’s forehead with the words, “from…