Branches and Flags

Branches and Flags

On Sunday people waved palm branches. High up in the air, swaying back and forth. Crowded streets on a Sunday, a crowded life on All The Days, and some days I wave the branches and cry “Hosannah!” … and others I’m too busy, too worn down and worn out to even...
Going.

Going.

I couldn’t tell you what I had for breakfast yesterday (come to think of it, I don’t think I had breakfast, but that’s beside the point), but I can tell you where I want to be a week, three months, or five years from now. I’m a planner. I...