No Cause for Celebration

“I’ll get you a beer on the way back to celebrate…” my friend offered as we were leaving the courthouse last Friday where, just fifteen minutes earlier, the judge “granted” me a divorce. I put “granted” in quotes because the notion that one must grovel before a judge to officially declare the dissolution of a…

Maverick

The emperor has no clothes, throwing rocks from his glass house. Atop his ivory towers, watching each quiet church mouse. Oppressing the subjects with his greedy dictates of self-serving proclamations for power. Thieving slight of hand from behind his holy veil; sanctimonious stench, sheep-skinned wolf, thorny dying flower. The royal lighthouse goes dim, but the…