The music.

…. At the miracle of sounds made that show us ourselves

Trumpism and us.

Some week it’s been. I couldn’t spell Pennsylvania this time last week and now I’ve opinions on Maricopa County, Arizona. Lots of thoughts.

Lockdown. This time on an island.

Unlike last time, where grand gestures were the thing to be doing, this time it’ll be the small gestures that will haul our tired and weary asses through the next six weeks.

An Irish respect for black lives mattering.

Going to Chicago in my thirties meant that I saw and noticed things that would’ve sailed right past me in my early twenties, namely how much easier life was for a person with white skin.