The Right Questions

Tonight, I sat amongst a crowd. One of many watching Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue bring their modern jazz stylings to the stage. The music opened up the night sky and the rain fell. In the quiet moments, they became one and the same, brass instrumentation set against the uneven rhythm of water drops on…

Every rainbow has its pot of gold. It lies at rainbow’s end, that mystical place to which science tells us it is impossible to actually get. Metaphorically, this may be true as well, but we’ll get to that. Unless our early lives have been so tragic that we lose the ability, we all start out…

Outside the house that I grew up in, there was this massive tree, one of the biggest I’ve ever seen in a residential neighborhood. The roots of that tree were so strong that they were intrusive. The two squares of sidewalk nearest the tree’s base sat at a seventy-degree angle against the trunk, and the…