As Long As Birds Still Sing

We Still Have Hope When the guineas came through my yard, they sounded like they were laughing or holding some kind of conversation I wasn’t invited to be a part of. It’s fine. None of my business what they were going on about. Sky might’ve been falling or something. Who cares? It’s fallen before. At…

“Embrace Your Inner Thug”

An In-Depth Look at What It Looks Like to be At a Job for Dang Near Twenty Years With a Bunch of People Who Haven’t, and Other Related Nonsense So I walked into work this morning singing one of the oldest songs I know, “I Got Mexico,” by Eddy Raven. I was knocking it out…