RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME

Eyes glued to your favorite screen, heart thumping, reading the latest news blast. How long, maybe 1 - 3 seconds, 5 - 10 seconds if the content seems relevant. Swipe left. Or like, swipe right. That constricted feeling. That pressure you feel as you realize everyone is nuts, except you. If only… The next catastrophe is on the next screen. My source… ‘the truth’… history, copy and pasted, again and... Here’s what I think. Hope someone will like me. Threats mount; pick your poi

What is, is… until it isn’t? Call it trickery, a lie, fake news. Deny all you want. Believing humans are smarter than Mother Nature; able to defeat Father Time; that humans will solve any crisis. The lies we tell. Yes, I am a glass-half-empty person. Still, with grandchildren, I wonder what their destiny will be. Did you observe Earth Overshoot Day? The day humanity’s demand for ecological resources exceeds the resources the earth can regenerate within that year. On July 24,

Sitting alone watching the clouds roll in, I find celebrations… nonexistent. Humans now hustle by each with a mission. Some prescribed tasks to complete. Choosing never to make eye contact. The recent year was tough, and the future equally bleak. Meanwhile, nearby church bells chime. Suggesting hope exists for all. Around the corner, she pauses, and eyes me with trepidation. I expect, like the others, she will circumvent me, nose held high. As if I’m not here. To my surprise,

As the evenings cool, we feel a change in the air—subtle at first, like a quiet promise whispered, clustered together, we celebrate what has been. There is warmth in our closeness, knowing that the festival now fades with a final burst of intensity. We recognize the end is near. It lingers just beneath the surface, not heavy or bitter, but honest. The season turns, as it always does, and we—changed by it—slowly let go. We cover the hillsides as humanity honors our ultimate sa

It was late or early, your call, as I sat in silence. Soda nearby. Snacking on a Fig Bar, nearby Daisy curled up in her bed. In the...

What is, is… until it isn’t? Call it trickery, a lie, fake news. Deny all you want. Believing humans are smarter than Mother Nature; able...

An NDA (nondisclosure agreement) designed to hide a bucket of secrets. With that said, ask the question. Beale who? Developers, data...

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Humans are so unreliable. We mock the quality of their work. Whiny. Demanding. Poorly designed units they are. And agonizingly slow,...

Does she…? Have the election locked up? Her endorsers have established ‘their’ name recognition. Ms. Grijalva has been serving the...

Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776, the birth of a new nation. OBBBA Signed July 4, 2025. Midterm: November 3, 2026. Ugh! “The...

Mark your calendars… the inevitable approaches. You, your loved ones, kith and kin will have a front-row seat, so lean in, reality awaits. How do I know you ask? I ask, how do you not know? What is this reality you speak? They lie, we deny, you agonize. Our society, our nation, humanity will transition. When right no longer matters, when virtue dies, our Fore Fathers predicted, we will become, but a chapter studied by anthropologist. The causes are many, the results clear, re

Mr. JD Vance, VP: You have sealed your fate, July 1, 2025. Your legacy will live on in history books for generations. A simple action, a...

Wednesday, June 11, 2025, at 2:45 p.m. …by riding on the shoulder, eventually at the front of the line, next to a dump-truck, unseen,...

The screens, featuring individuals, conveying their convictions by their participation. Shoulder to shoulder, young and old, fighting...

All I see in the darkness is more darkness. Doom. Gloom. Considering the times, I question who can help shape our future. Not I, can...

I see them from afar, standing on their soapbox, smartly dressed and groomed, delivering their practiced spiel. They all sound the same...

Day 1. “Good afternoon class. My name is Mr. Harlow.” “To be clear, there will be a final exam given on the last day of class. It will...

So, I ask why the mask? Concealment? Health concerns? Fear? Shame? Guilt? What about the military gear, the unmarked vehicles, the...

Out front sat the panel van, engine idling, on the side printed ‘U. S. Government Fertilization Patrol.’ Out popped an agent carrying a...