I’ve known, for a long time, at least somewhere way down inside my soul, that there really aren’t any good guys. But that’s because I discovered the ongoing double standard for what makes a good guy. For example, there’s the … Read the rest
Category Archives: songbook journal
I mentioned, in the past few days, that a friend of mine died. But I don’t think I mentioned how he’s now more alive than he’s ever been. More alive than you or me or anyone else on this planet. … Read the rest
A few days ago, I shared a little backstory to some lyrics by a friend of mine. Cristina also wrote more lyrics that she sent me to look over. And I liked how she described some of the glorious, intangible … Read the rest
A couple of days ago I watched a short TV interview. I found it through a link someone shared on a social media channel. And the interview was between a couple of guys who were talking about the murder rates … Read the rest
When things get dark there’s still a spark
After talking about my former pastor, yesterday, I thought about how that story ties in nicely with what I’d like to share with you now. And it’s about what happens when things get dark. Because when things get dark is … Read the rest
I used to be an avid runner. And I’ve mentioned before (here on the website and in the podcast) how I ran miles and miles and miles a week. Even entered the famous Peach Tree Road Race in Atlanta, Georgia … Read the rest
I’m a dwelling place. And that’s not a typo. I didn’t mean to say I have a dwelling place. I said what I meant. And I meant what I said. But when I think of me as a dwelling place, … Read the rest
What I’m talkin’ about, right now, is a far cry from free love. That’s a whole ‘nother story. And maybe I’ll talk about it some time in the near future. But, for now, I’m talkin’ about love freely given. Because … Read the rest
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and, by opposing, end them? Yeah, ol’ … Read the rest