Contempt wears many faces | A Dream, Part 4

I love dreams because I get to rewrite the ending of those that trouble me. This dream troubles me.
Most difficult is seeing myself in Read the rest of this entry »

I love dreams because I get to rewrite the ending of those that trouble me. This dream troubles me.
Most difficult is seeing myself in Read the rest of this entry »

If I could make only one wish for the New Year, it’s that contempt and self-contempt would implode. Just wither up and die in the face of courage.
In the meantime, Read the rest of this entry »

My dream is calling out to me. If I take the dream as reality, it’s already too late! There I am with those young girls and women in a relatively safe place. What do I do? Nothing, really. Read the rest of this entry »

Last week, two days after the December 2 San Bernardino attack, I had a vivid dream. I’ve been puzzling over it for several days. In the meantime, public rhetoric and political talk about what to do and not do about terrorism Read the rest of this entry »