And While We Are on the Subject of Chris Rock

Or maybe it is. I’m really not sure yet. So, I was spirited away for a weekend in Dallas to avoid the latest snow fall in our newest interim home. As we checked into the hotel, we saw someone in a costume in the lobby, who looked as if he or she (it was difficult…

Perhaps not as lofty as Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, but I’m convinced meaning lies within. In my dream, I was at my Aunt Mary’s house (my real great aunt). But Aunt Mary’s house wasn’t Aunt Mary’s house. Her real house is an old two-story with lots of dark wood and antique fixtures. The dream house…