Pretty well can't say enough good things about this dude, Daveed Diggs. Beyond his beats, his words, his Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson...I just pretty well love everything I've learned about him. He inspires, plain and simple. And he's a WARRIORS fan from Oakland, California. All the better, dig it, dig Diggs, Back to the Bay... …
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Sometimes so hard, just live, just live. Chores and tasks and obligations and duties and demands, All demand your time, your attention, your Right Now!, moments, hours, days, It feels so anyway, feels anyway, all the more to me, To my mind, mixed up in it all, mixed up by it all, all mixed up …
It’s a ritual, a ritual, turns out it’s habitual, One of the pups, she shows up, most every day, rubs away, early morn, as if to say, We’re here, don’t forget, is it breakfast time yet? Slow start, from the heart, feels good, this little rub along my side, can’t decide why, just gonna remind, …
Little bit a little bit, with it with it yeah, got to keep going, Knowing or not knowing, show it or not showing, sort of sure pretty sure, for certain sure, this is the way, part of the way, everyone is running, trying to keep up, Quipo quipo cama me quedara ella, OK apps, spin …
One of the simple lessons I take from this season, this Easter Season? I am loved. I am forgiven. I am forever one of God’s children, Our Father, Our Mother indeed. And as such, even as I struggle and search and strive and stumble, Even still, each day, sometimes each hour I need to remind …
He left a couple of days ago. Three years and a couple months, three plus two since his kid brother, my father, passed on. Roger Ludlum...our Uncle Rog...life-long resident of western New York. Le Roy. Caledonia. He was a constant image of contentment, happiness, good times, family. I only spent a handful of times with …
How did it end up? Frustrated that my spare wheel didn’t fit my car, for some reason. Frustrated to lose three hours on a Monday night. Fortunate there was a tire shop at gas stop two. Fortunate it wasn’t raining. Witnessed a couple acts of kindness. Watched the world go by. Grateful I didn’t flat …
Wow. Or is it “Wham!” So SO good. On several levels. Take a read. Take a listen. Decide for yourself. My toe was tapping pretty quick. And my hips were rocking. SHAKE IT. "Freedom '90" I won't let you downI will not give you upGotta have some faith in the soundIt's the one good thing …
The turn of events, how do it start again? How did it start? Gonna get a little head, just a little ahead, gas on the way home, Monday Night. On approach to gas stop one, long line, slow cars, too slow too slow, looking too slow and so, Change of plan, change of plan, peel …
The lead up to the event. Monday night, left work at a reasonable time, getting gas on the way home. Who woulda thought such a run-a-the-mill errand would go sideways, then again, That’s how it goes that’s how it goes, so often you know, that’s how it goes. Trying to get a little done after …
