My grandfather was a farmer. “Son, don’t let your head grow higher than a corn stalk.” He knew the difference between hubris and humility.  * * * For a few weeks in the winter before the sun swings westerly in its axis, it plays magic tricks on a certain ornate porcelain vase on the sideboard. …

Be circumspect when sharing your secrets. The Devil is listening. * * * Secrets are everywhere. We find them wrapped up like riddles inside of boxes of enigma. We disguise them, bury them, revisit the scenes, exhume the bones. They lie there in state, hidden from prying eyes and itching ears. We’re in love with …

“It (Life) is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights illuminate, but you can make the whole trip that way.”    E. L. Doctorow It’s a brilliant winter day. I find myself straddling the yellow center line of a blacktop country road for no reason whatsoever except to …