When Weakness Becomes the Point

A note: This piece followed on the heels of writing a cathartic exercise in pointing fingers at the cultural moment. Somewhere in the middle of that one, it occurred to me that while one finger was aimed outward, three others were quietly curled back in my direction. It’s always easier to write about the sinsContinueContinue reading “When Weakness Becomes the Point”

Hearing a Soul Mid-Sentence

There are songs that arrive already sorted out. Clean lines. Clear message. You know where the singer stands by the second verse, and nothing in the bridge is going to change that. And then there are songs that sound more like a man sitting at a kitchen table early in the morning, coffee going cold,ContinueContinue reading “Hearing a Soul Mid-Sentence”