“How are you?” “Busy.” That seems to be the mantra nowadays. I cannot decipher whether it is a path that we choose for ourselves, or a chain forced around our necks. Either way, I am both guilty and a victim. …
Twelve Bells
In April of 1968, I was 16 years old and a disc jockey at a radio station in Northeast Kentucky, quite a heady job for a high school junior. The station had an Associated Press teletype machine that clicked away …
Stopping By Snowy Woods
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One Hundred Times Free
What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “free?” For some, it’s not having to pay for a product or service. For others, it’s having civil and political liberty. Yet, for others, it’s not being …
Free to Be Me
Most of us feel we should make some effort to improve ourselves come January 1st. Others feel hopeless and have given in to apathy. A portion of you will make a commitment to change your style of life and, in six …
My Addiction
God is teaching me not to worry by taking the stuff I get angsty about and making it happen. Seriously. Last year before our trip to India I worried that because none of the participants had connected beforehand, all of us …
Do You Have “Career Freedom?”
Wake Up. Caffeinate. Hit the door. Already late. Swear at that traffic. It sucks every day. Honk at anyone who gets in your way. Slide into your rat hole and look all around. Your fellow rats, right there to be …
Free Rides
I remember 16 when my life turned with a key. The world was mine and I had everywhere to be. She was two bad shades of yellow, played only AM radio, Still rode like the dream. I had known for …
We Are All Slaves; Can We Be Free?
We are slaves. All of us. There are levels to slavery. The most inhumane and evil is physical slavery. There are more people physically enslaved today than ever before in human history. Beyond that, there are generational injustices that persist …
Hounded by Freedom
Melancholia is my warm bath. It draws me into its depths with, “No one understands,” and, “No one helps.” I sink into it, sighing, so true, so comforting. And I’m drawn deeper in as it invites me to comparisons: My …
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